The songs of my hometown will always echo in the hearts of wanderers.

On the 25th floor, planes whizzed overhead, and the Huangpu River in the distance was like a yellow tie embroidered with dotted ships. Banks on the Bund are always crowded, and shops on both sides of Nanjing Road are always out of reach.

The city lights are far better than the stars I saw in the countryside when I was a child. In this high-rise city, my heart often flies back to the distant countryside for no reason.

"The song of my hometown is the flute of Qingyuan, which always rings at night without the moon." Xi Murong's homesickness can touch my tears every time, and every time I read it, my throat will choke and tears will fill my eyes.

This is not just a moonless night! A local accent, a painting, a character, a dish, an object, even a tree, a grass and a tree ... What I see with my eyes and hear with my ears, the "hometown song" can ring in my heart at any time!

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Everyone's childhood will have indelible memories. The longer the time, the deeper the memory will be, engraved into the bones. No matter how much you didn't like that experience at that time, when it becomes your memory, it will become clearer and warmer, just like old wine, which has long forgotten the burning pain during fermentation and become more and more mellow.

It was another midnight dream, and I was awakened by the chasing cattle again. When I was a child, the scene of herding cattle began to appear in my mind, just like the picture of a movie.

When I was a child, the time spent herding cattle was actually very short. I only deal with cows on weekends or in winter and summer vacations. Usually, my brothers and sisters are doing it. But this experience has become one of the softest memories in my heart.

It was a very happy thing to herd cattle when I was a child. You don't have to study or work in the fields. You know, any job in the field is much more difficult than herding cattle.

Cowherd can also ride on the back of the cow, imitating the way of riding in the movie, with a wide cow back between his legs, waving a small bamboo whip and shouting, "Hurry!" . Cattle sometimes run very fast, and their friends will lie on their backs and grab the thick rope tied to their noses.

When I was a child, I was very timid. The cow I let go was a tall and strong little bull with thick brown hair and gray-black curved horns, like two strong arms about to be surrounded, and there seemed to be a circle of nicks on the horns.

Other children can step on the horn of the cow with one foot and climb from the cow's neck to the cow's back. I dare not. Every time I take the cow to the fence or on the slope, I climb up the cow's back from a height. I am not as brave as other children. I dare not let the cow get away. Every time the cow goes down the mountain or wants to drink water by the river, I am afraid. Even if I hold the cow's tail with one hand like other children, my whole body will fall backwards.

I am most afraid of cattle fighting. There is a cow in the village, which is very old. Its back is always bare, its legs are short and thin, and its stomach is bulging. It looks like a flat potato. I don't know what hatred there is between this cow and mine. Every time my cow sees that old cow, it will chase it desperately, cutting, stabbing and topping it with sharp horns. If that cow runs away, my cow will keep chasing it. It will chase it far and far. Even if it runs through a village or a hill, it will always use its long horns.

Therefore, I have always hated the bullfight, and thought it was a cruel thing.

When two cows fight, it is difficult to separate them. I saw the adults put the rope on the horn of the cow, but they couldn't pull it off. Later, they burned my cow's head and finally saved old Niu Yi's life. The whole process, I stood shivering in the distance and cried.

Therefore, every time I see the little friend who puts the old cow, I will yell "Go away!" "Because I can't control my cow. If I ride on the back of a cow, I will cry and shout. If I walk in front of the cow with a rope, I will let go of the rope and cry after the cow.

Years later, that terrible scene will still appear in my dream. Sometimes I dream that a herd of cows pass by me, and my cow will hold its head high and let me hold the rope tied to its nose tightly and rush to the front of the herd. I often wake up in this dream.

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I like to put the cow on the ridge, loosely hold the rope on the cow's nose and let it eat the grass next to the ridge. Cows are also very bad. It always steals a seedling or a rice on the edge of two fields when you are unprepared. Even if you see it sticking its tongue out to the seedling, it's too late to pull the rope. It resists with its crooked neck, and breaks the seedlings or ears of rice neatly with its tongue.

When cows are eating grass, I can think leisurely. I can pick up some snail shells and throw them into the water, or pinch a small flower, pull out a piece of rice or "chicken grass" and put it in my mouth to taste a little sweetness.

When my mother stood at the entrance of the village and called me home for dinner, the cow's stomach was full.

Sometimes I go to the mountains with my friends to herd cattle. Cattle will eat delicate bamboo and many kinds of leaves, and there will be many lush weeds in bushes and hillsides. Like other friends, I put the rope tied to the cow around its horn or neck, so that the cow can find food freely.

There are different wild fruits to eat in the mountains every season. My friends went into the bushes to pick wild fruits. "Mengguo, Maolizi, Miguo, Hawthorn Red, Fried in August, Tangmeiguo ..." These are the names I remember when I was a child, and there are many fruits that I still can't name.

Even the azalea flowers were picked and eaten, sour and sweet. I am still the most timid child, and I always pick the least. Every time my friends send me more in a friendly way.

In spring, wild flowers are in full bloom all over the mountains. Every time I bring cattle back, I pick a lot to take home. Shirohana is very much like osmanthus fragrans, with its fragrance. Red azaleas are picked the most, and sometimes yellow azaleas are always thrown away by their father, saying they are poisonous. At that time, there were often some small petals on the back of cattle, and the small flowers of rice grains would also get into the thick hair of cattle.

Pasturing cattle in the mountains often has an extra task, that is, cutting firewood to go home. My friends will stick curved chopping knives in their trousers or specially tied ropes and strips of cloth, and still sit proudly on the back of cows singing and joking. I can't carry that heavy and bare knife, so I have to borrow it from my child.

My favorite firewood is a twig with a gray-white branch. It is tough, cut with a sharp knife, very clean, and won't get your hands dirty like other branches. I can't tie it up. After these branches are neatly stacked, I will ask other children for help. The boy cut off a slender branch on the trunk, skillfully twisted one end of the tip into a ring, passed the branch under my folded branch, then put the other end into the ring, stepped on one end of the ring with his foot and pulled one end in with his hand. The scattered branches will soon be tied into a slender bundle. I will carefully put the flat side on the back of the cow for fear of stabbing my cow.

Riding on the back of a cow, there is a small bundle of firewood in front of me. I walk leisurely and rush back with my friends at the speed of walking in the sunset. In the distant village, on the sparse roof, there are plumes of milky white smoke, warm, peaceful, peaceful and carefree ... I don't know what words to use to describe this picture in my mind! Xi Murong's poem rings in my ear again:

The song of my hometown is a flute in Qingyuan, which always rings on a moonlit night. However, the face of my hometown is a vague disappointment, like waving goodbye in the fog. After parting, homesickness is a tree without rings and will never grow old!

Wandering in a foreign land, we sang and listened to the songs of our young hometown!