The day's heavy snowfall evoked the good memories of my childhood, and I seemed to have returned to my childhood, as if I had seen the scene of building snowmen and snowball fights in the "North River" in my hometown, and I seemed to hear the laughter and joy floating all the way in the snow again.
My hometown is located on the border between Shandong and Hebei provinces, which are bounded by a river, and I grew up with this river in my childhood. Since the river is located in the north of the village, people are Xi to call it "North River", and when they grew up, the name of this river was called: Zhangwei New River. And I grew up with this river in my childhood.
The North River is a saltwater river that rises and falls, sometimes as wide as the eye can see, sometimes as narrow as a stream. It is precisely for this reason that the old people have strictly demanded that we be a group of "little naughty" since childhood, and that we cannot go to the North River to play, and tell us that there are "mud devils" in the river, and if they get too close, they will run out and drag people into the water, and solemnly cite some "real" examples. These "true lies" worked so me that I had never dared to go to the river to play before I was in elementary school. However, no matter how true the lie is, there will always be a time when it will be exposed, and after I am ten years old, Beihe will no longer be my "forbidden place", but will become a "paradise".
In summer, North River is a paradise for kids. After lunch, a group of friends came to the North River together, stripped naked one by one, running, jumping, cheering, opening their heels, playing side exercises, playing hide and seek, playing mud fights, playing how they wanted, extremely happy and carefree. But there is one point, we only play near the river, and never dare to swim in the deep water, especially at high tide, which is not only related to the admonition of adults, but more importantly, we all know that the water of the North River is indeed different from the water in the bay, the current is turbulent and bottomless. Beihe not only brings us the joy of play, but also brings us the joy of harvest. Due to the lack of materials, catching fish and touching shrimp is a "skill" that I have practiced as a child. Crabs on the banks of the North River are ideal prey. Enough of playing by the river, we went to pick the crabs. The crab hid in the mud by the river, a mud hole more than a foot long, put his hand into it, gently pulled out, and caught the crab out. There are a lot of crabs by the North River, there are in each hole, there are still two in some holes, there are "hard covers", there are hairy crabs, they are very big and fat, especially in the season of valley rain and mango planting, the top cover is fat. Picking crabs is our "joy". "Shine on the crabs" is even more interesting, the rainy season comes, and on the evening when it has rained lightly, we go to the river beach in groups of three or five, with flashlights. At this time, the crabs all ran outside to drink sweet water, and we ran after the crabs, and after a while, we could grab a bucket and return with a full load.
In winter, Beihe also brings us endless joy. At that time, the weather was much colder than now, and in winter, the weather was freezing and frozen, and the ice in the North River was very thick, which became the most convenient way to visit relatives and friends. Because of the geographical location, our village is related to many villages across the river, and in the summer there is a detour to visit relatives, and in winter the river is frozen, so you can walk over the ice. In particular, if you live in the north of the village and your relatives' house is on the other side of the river, you can hear it when you go to the river and shout a few times. Our children are very beautiful, and it has become commonplace to go to my aunt's house and aunt's house, and if we want to eat good things, we just run across the river. "Ratcha" is a unique item on ice, scraping the wooden block into the shape of the two ends of the middle drum and whipping it with a whip to turn faster and faster, which is very fun. And the snowy North River has become a sea of joy, we build snowmen and have snowball fights, chasing all the way, playing all the way, laughing all the way, and having fun all the way.
The best memory left to me by "Beihe" is "sweeping the salt soil". On the morning of early autumn, at five o'clock, when the sky was just dawning, my grandmother called a few of us brothers, took a broom and a dustpan, pushed a small cart, and came to the beach of the "North River". At this time, people began to come one after another, and each family was led by an adult with a few children. The early autumn wind is very refreshing and comfortable, and the wind is mixed with the fragrance of grains. Each family occupies a piece of land, and the adults talk while sweeping, and children like us start sweeping very seriously, but after the freshness, they begin to be restless, chasing, running, jumping, and fighting. The south bank of the river was full of people, and the people on the north bank of the river were also full, and those who knew each other began to shout loudly and ask some common senses. The sound of adults talking, the laughter of children, and the sound of chickens and dogs barking in the distance are mixed together to form a chorus of farmhouse. Now that I think about it, it is so comfortable, comfortable, innocent, and peaceful, which makes people nostalgic and has endless aftertaste.
The memory of my hometown, the field is my paradise, the wild vegetables in spring, the locust flowers on the trees, the half-ripe wheat, the green buds, the mushrooms after the rain, the rhizomes of the grasses, ......It's all "food" that we talk about to satisfy hunger. The memory of my hometown is still every street and alley, every field, every tree, and every pond, all of which have left my footprints and recorded my children's wordsOn the road, on the trees, in the house, and on the walls of my hometown, there are marks left by me when I play, and I still think about it so clearlyEvery sunrise and sunset in my hometown, every corner, in the shade, and the slight breath of playing hide and seek with my friends, still with a hint of sweetness.
The hometown that gave birth to me and raised me was the one who nurtured my growth, recorded the good times of my childhood, and filled my heavy bag with nostalgia, which made me think about it often and never forget. I always want to go back to that small village far away from the city, take a look at the old houses and old houses I lived in, lie down on the kang where I slept, drill the green gauze tent in the north of the village, smell the fragrance of melons and fruits in the fields of my hometown, and listen to my mother's voice calling me home for dinner.