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The Lost Hometown —— Prose Appreciation

The pond is full of lotus flowers. Every summer, just a heavy rain, green lotus leaves cover the whole pond. In midsummer, white or pink lotus flowers emerge, standing upright and swaying in the wind. Sometimes, she and her friends go to the river to touch snail shells, catch loaches and take them home for frying. When the lotus seeds are ripe, she and her friends secretly pick them. Lotus seeds bite into your mouth, and your mouth is full of fragrance. ...

This is Hongliang's former hometown.

The pond that nourishes lotus seeds has become stagnant water, and the green lotus leaves can no longer grow. Layers of green algae floated up, like a black and green dirty rag, which was filled with domestic garbage such as plastic bottles and cans. Liangzhuang primary school, which used to study, has been closed for nearly ten years and has been changed into a pig farm. The slogan at the school gate has been changed from "Liangzhuang Primary School, Teaching and Educating People" to "Liangzhuang Pig Farm, Teaching and Educating People". It turned out that the only place where the national flag was raised was the cement pier. The flagpole of the national flag was sold as waste by the headmaster a few years ago. The flagpole is made of stainless steel, and the price is 100 yuan. ...

-This is Hongliang's hometown now.

Mossy diaojiao building, golden sunflowers, clear streams, large areas of wheat seedlings, rape flowers and peach blossoms, the chirping of poultry, snow and shining ice in the winter sun, the Dong Drum Tower surrounded by mountains ... Although he is studying in a foreign country, the songs floating in the Drum Tower and the footprints of gray rabbits on the snowfield are deeply imprinted in his dreams. As long as his thoughts begin, happiness and destination, excitement and tears, all the kindling shines in the dark. As if time had opened a hole, everything in the past rushed over like a flood. ...

This is Yang Ning's former hometown.

The passionate, romantic and colorful pictures of childhood will always be the memory of history. In addition to being busy, quiet and desolate, the hometown in front of us is more of a kind of helplessness and exhaustion of life. In the past festivals and after the autumn harvest, the colorful Dong culture and entertainment activities were replaced by those mechanical, melodramatic, hypocritical and encouraging TV programs. In the streets, people no longer talk about which girl plays Dong Opera well, which young man sings well, which Lusheng plays loudly and which cow plays fiercely ... People meet to talk about which child goes out to work to earn more money and which young man marries a Han daughter-in-law. ...

-This is Yang Ning's hometown now.