As soon as spring began, the clouds gathered vigorously and quickly, kissing every inch of their hometown flutteringly, and wiping the blue sky diligently from time to time. As a result, the sky was devoid of a trace of dirt and became unusually blue, as if it would overflow if you were not careful.
On a sunny day, I like to lie under the jujube tree in front of the door and look at the sky through the green leaves. The sun sifted down from the fat leaves, fell on my face, fell on my shoulders;The clouds are gently suspended in the blue sky, like snow-white sheep on the grassland, running, chasing, one after another, from heaven to earth, from the universe to the earth, they are so white, so beautiful, proudly displayed in front of me, stirring my childlike heart.
Sometimes, the clouds lead us, the children of the Lake District, to stroll along the ridges and gallop on the levees. The adults told us with great vigour, that there were gods living on the clouds, and they often traveled thousands of miles in the clouds. I'm very curious, why can't I see the gods on the clouds?Adults will also explain: "Only obedient children can see it, and if the gods on the clouds see an obedient child, maybe they will take him to the clouds and fog to play!"”
Summer came, the air was hot, the clouds burned in the air like patches of white flames, and there was not a trace of wind in the fields. The sky and the earth are bright with white flowers, and no one dares to look up for the sun. The dog stretched out its bright red tongue by the broken wall, and Hadahada gasped;The cries of knowledge are overwhelming and continuous;Adults sit under the trees or in the house, shaking the pampas in their hands with all their mightOur friends ran to the lotus pond river, stripped off their clothes, and jumped into the water, but the river water could only bring us a short period of coolness, and the scorching sun basked our skin out of the water, making us miserable.
Dark clouds, like a shy girl, easily refused to show her true face, so anxious that the villagers cursed while staring at the sky and looking at the stars and the moon. They hope that dark clouds will appear in the sky to obscure the fierce sunlight so that they can live happily under the sky. In the midst of the thousands of calls of the villagers, the white Yuncai reluctantly withdrew from the vast stage and gave way to the dark clouds. As soon as the dark clouds came, the thunder exploded, and the lightning crackled indiscriminately, splitting all the heat waves in the village. With a "whoosh", the rain like a sharp arrow rushed down in a daze, splashed generously and chicly, and the slightly cool breath quickly penetrated into people's bodies, making people feel refreshed and unwanted.
In autumn, white clouds sing all the way, fluttering over the crops, and from time to time the wind shakes the yellow fruits on the branches of the orange trees, or turns over a wave of golden rice. The crops are hooked and hung down one by one, full of heavy thoughts, although their lives have long been soaked in the soul of the clouds, but they can no longer follow the clouds to romance, they will embark on a road that only belongs to them. At this time, the cloud felt thick, with the smell of ripening of various crops, the smell of fermented fruits, and patrolled around, this smell made the farmer happy, happy, and his blood boiled.
On a hazy moonlit night, the stars in the sky are like twinkling lights. We look at the sky in the hope of counting the stars in the Milky Way, and the clouds flying across the starry sky will walk over from time to time to block our vision, so that we have to stop staring at the starry sky. Tired, we went back to the adults and listened to them talk about Chang'e running to the moon;The osmanthus tree that cannot be cut down;Wu Gang's osmanthus wine;There is also the story of the Cowherd and Weaver Girl meeting on the Magpie Bridge. My father once pointed to the sky and said to me, "To live, we must be like this cloud, not limited to the narrow field of vision in front of us, but to see the vast world outside, and stand tall to see far!""From then on, I remembered my father's distant gaze, the direction of the clouds, and the wonderful world ...... outside the village
In the beginning of the school season in 1970, I followed the cloud into the school with the seeds of pursuit and exploration. Since then, the cloud follows me to and from school every day, I walk and it walks, I stop and it stops, if I see that I am weak and fall, it will wait for me patiently for a while, if I fall and hurt, it will look at me distressedly, let the breeze help me up. In this way, the clouds of my hometown accompanied me through elementary school and junior high school, and accompanied me in my childhood and adolescence.
Later, I went to high school in the county seat and parted with the clouds in my hometown for the first time. On the day I left my hometown, the clouds of my hometown couldn't help crying, and I was overwhelmed by crying. Whenever I miss home, I will look up at the sky, there is always a hometown cloud waiting for me to appear, I open my eyes to look at it, tell it what I want to say, the hometown cloud is so understanding me, look at me with affection, with the purest love, with the mother's deep affection, and of course, the mother's countless concerns!
In winter, the fields of my hometown are thin and cold, and the villages are covered in snow and ice, and the heat emitted by the sun from the sky is blown by the cold wind, and only a little residual temperature remains, like a gossamer. Nana's snowflakes fell in droves from unattainable heights, whitening the trees, the fields, and the thatched huts......It buries all the filth and garbage in the world, gives the people of the world a white and elegant world, and also gives endless romance and happiness to the farmers who have worked for a year.
In the college entrance examination that year, under the inspiration of the mysterious Heavenly Palace, I fulfilled my college dream. Then, I stuffed my mother's advice and the cross called homesickness into my thin bag, bidding farewell to the land where I was born and raised, bidding farewell to my mother, and bidding farewell to the clouds of my hometown, with curiosity and dreams, I walked out of the small isolated village and walked to the vast world ...... outside(Nine full).