Beautiful childhood, wonderful memories. We always inadvertently recall that familiar hometown. The vegetable fields in our hometown once carried countless joyful childhood moments.
In the spring, the rape flowers are golden, and we run freely with the rape flowers in our hands, and the joy of the harvest is incomparable to anything.
In the summer, playing in the stream by the vegetable field, catching tadpoles, catching knowledge, frolicking all the way until the sun sets, the happiness of that time is still vivid in my mind.
The walls of my hometown are covered with all kinds of peaches. In spring, the peach blossoms on the wall are in full bloom and are pink, attracting countless bees to come to collect honey. In the summer, the peaches are ripe, and when you bite into them, they are full of juice and sweetness, and the fruit of the tree is the delicacy of our childhood.
The roadside of my hometown is full of all kinds of small flowers and plants. Roadside flowers are pink and lovely in summer; Autumn is full of colour. Crape myrtle flowers have lovely buds in spring; In summer, crape myrtle flowers are in full bloom, purple and beautiful; In autumn, crape myrtle flowers fall in colorful blooms and fall on the floor, like a sea of small purple flowers.
Every grass and tree in our childhood hometown carries our joy and happiness, and they are our eternal memories and eternal nostalgia.