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shidianwenan
Hometown, hometown, hometown
Go into the countryside and find the ancient villages that have been held by our ancestors for generations.
* The countryside of the human heart is about where we belong.
When people arrive in the countryside, it is as if a pressed spring suddenly relaxes.
The fireworks in the world are indescribable, difficult to find in the temple, and are only hidden in the market and countryside.
Coarse tea and light rice are the common fireworks in the village, and they are also the deepest memories after we left.
Reliving the parting and loss of childhood is a precious soft time in ordinary fireworks.
Sunrise and sunset are ordinary rural daily life, but they hide the most comfortable life.
Night is approaching, the smoke is curling, the chickens are crowing and the dogs are barking, it is the village in the old impression.
It's just such a piece of land, it's small, it's big, it's so big that it's been my whole childhood, and the little ones are afraid that they will lose it one day.
This house, under the pure sky of the countryside, reveals a style of simplicity, but when the sun shines in the sky, the roof of the house is shining with gold, and it shows a sense of luxury.
In the deep alleys where the dogs bark, under the peach trees, the hometown is the antidote to the tired life.
It was thrown like a pile of shabby stuff in the wilderness.
It was dusk, and the scattered people and livestock in the four fields slowly moved towards the village.
Smoke and dust scattered faintly over the village.
The hometown in my memory is slowly dissipating, and when I look back on it many years later, I remember it vividly, but I can't outline it.
Country life, plain and quiet and**.
Leave the hustle and bustle of the city behind, here is the most comfortable life, every grass and tree is beautiful.
When you return to your hometown, you will slowly find that every grass and tree in your hometown is so **.
Old streets, old trees, dried peppers, geese, old houses....
It's all things that have stories in memory.
That's when I understood.
It turns out that what we have been missing is not only our hometown, but also the good times of our childhood.