The so-called hometown - my childhood hometown

The so-called hometown - my childhood hometown

I have no roots in my life, and peace of mind is my home. There is no hometown in life. In fact, the so-called hometown is just the last stop in the long wandering life of our ancestors. My hometown was once the foreign land of my ancestors, and the hometown that I miss day and night is the majestic mountains and rushing rivers of my childhood; or the "Baicao Garden" filled with endless interesting things in Lu Xun's works; or my grandfather and my childhood friends. Grandma’s call; or the familiar and friendly local accent, maybe this is my hometown.

There is a small river in my hometown. Whenever early summer comes, it is a paradise for children. The river beach is covered with fine sand, which is soft when bare feet step on it. Children will play happily on the fine sand and build sand castles one after another. This castle has an inner city and an outer city, city walls and a moat, with different shapes. Here, every child is a designer, using their own wisdom and imagination to build the castle in their hearts.

Of course, there are endless mysteries in the river that children are trying to explore, and they are not tired of it, even if they sweat like rain and their clothes are soaked by the river water. There are fish in the river that are slippery and can be caught with your hands; there are also small shrimps that can only swim backwards when escaping. Their movements are extremely sharp, and when the water is clear, it seems that only two eyes can be seen; and there are also In the relatively shallow water, the clams crawl slowly. They look cautious and seem to be moving secretly, but the long tracks they leave behind reveal their mysterious whereabouts. You can find them by looking for traces, and depending on the thickness of the traces left, you will know whether they are large or small clams. The friends will also compete with each other to catch more and bigger clams, and place them in piles on the river beach, like a small market. There are many interesting creatures living in the river, most of which are fish and insects that cannot be named.

There is also a place like Lu Xun's "Baicao Garden" in my hometown, which is full of mystery and fantasy. It is here that the friends began to explore and understand the many creatures in nature. Let's call it "Baicao Garden" for now. This place probably started when the ice and snow melted and everything revived. The melted snow turned into moisture that moistened the earth, and the soil was gradually exposed from under the ice and snow that had covered it for most of the year. When the ice and snow have not completely melted away, the tenacious grass on the dark land begins to sprout. Under the warm sunshine, they seemed to be still chattering and stretching their waists lazily, as if announcing that spring had begun. The spring rain nourishes all things and nourishes the hearts of children. It revives and sprouts, and the earth thrives.

In addition to grass, there is another plant that quietly breaks out of the ground. It is not afraid of the sudden warmth and cold in early spring, revealing its tender red teeth. It is a kind of wild vegetable that is called delicious—— Willow buds. At this time of year, friends will gather in small groups with small baskets and shovels or special tools at home to dig out this delicious gift from nature. Use a small shovel to carefully stick to the soil and dig it out one by one. Everyone was laughing and busy, and in a blink of an eye they could dig half of the basket. These game meats would soon become delicacies on their respective tables. When the willow mugwort buds grow to about ten centimeters, each family has its own unique way of eating it, and there are many ways to make it, each with its own advantages. Blanch the tender green vegetables in boiling hot water, then run them through cold water, drain them, and serve them as a dipping sauce or cold salad. They are light, refreshing and delicious. There are also classic stewed potatoes with willow and wormwood, making stuffings, and there are many other ways to eat it. This is a mouth-watering taste, the taste of the hometown that I miss day and night.

In the "Baicao Garden", there are many mysterious and magical plants that cannot be named. I vaguely remember that some can be used for laundry and decontamination, some can be used as dyes, and some can be used as medicinal treatments. For difficult diseases, there are..., and...

My hometown has an unforgettable strong local accent. The local accent is a greeting to the wanderers who have gone to a foreign country to survive. The local accent is the pain and dreams of young people. The local accent is the earnest expectations and expectations of my fathers. Endless care; Xiangyin means that you are in a foreign country, but you pay attention to every news about your hometown.

"When a young boy leaves home and his elder comes back, his local pronunciation remains unchanged and his hair on his temples fades away.

When children see each other but don't recognize each other, they laugh and ask where the guests are from."

Or many years later, the hometown and the wanderer will be just like what is written in this poem, and they will have a familiar yet strange hometown.