Memories of Autumn in My Hometown

July 1934, Yu Dafu "not far away" from Hangzhou through Qingdao to Beiping, once again tasted the autumn "flavor" of the hometown, and wrote a beautiful prose "the hometown of the autumn".

I have tried to write about the spring of my hometown, the summer of my hometown, the winter of my hometown. The only thing I haven't written about is the fall of my hometown. Perhaps Yu Dafu's "Autumn in the Old City" is so y rooted in people's hearts that they don't dare to be spontaneous.... ... Some people may say that there is also Mr. Lao She's "Jinan's Winter". Mr. Lao She also said that "God gave the art of summer to Switzerland, the art of spring to the West Lake, and the art of autumn and winter to Jinan". But I think everyone's hometown fall is the most beautiful fall in their own hearts.

Speaking of autumn easily reminds people of the Mid-Autumn Festival

The prevalence of the Mid-Autumn Festival began in the Song Dynasty, and by the time of the Ming and Qing Dynasties, it had become one of the major festivals in China, on a par with New Year's Day. It is also the second largest traditional festival in China after the Spring Festival.

Another year when the moon is full, looking at the moon, looking at the hometown, the thoughts are very real, the bright moon reflects the years, the yellow flowers next to the Dongli nostalgia gradually with the wind have been raised.

Alone in a foreign land for a foreigner, every festive season doubly homesick.

I'm in a foreign land, not all elegant quiet, sweet and romantic; you are on the way home, dusty just for a reunion meal of happiness, read endless nostalgia, sentimental and miss; he is on the other side of the river, look up at the moon, only wishing for a long time, thousands of miles of **** Canyuanjuan deep solace.

No matter how far people go, the dream of family reunion is always engraved in the heart, the moon is the hometown of Ming's attachment to blessing loved ones! The clear and bright moon on the golden cymbal mountain, from ancient times to the present day, round and missing, missing and round, and the mid-autumn moonlight on the banks of the Suixi River together to witness the hometown of all the lights, happiness and reunion, flowed through the millennium, giving people a beautiful yearning, will be clean and dust-free charm gifted to the beautiful small countryside!

This deep love and affection is inherent or from the roots, is the inner irreplaceable complex. In the autumn rain, lonely, lonely time, this complex more and more intense, such as wine intoxicated, standing in front of the window, will look into the distance, will extend the thoughts away.

My hometown is in a small city in the east of Henan, a quiet village. There are no mountains and rivers here, there is a flat river, lush, quiet nights, brilliant starry sky, curling smoke, hard-working yellow cattle, vigilant black dog, but also like a mirror of the pond, such as flotsam willows, picturesque hut, they constitute a beautiful landscape painting, solidified in the mind, become a chain of memories.

Hometown is located in the middle of the vast North China Plain, and the biggest difference between the fall of the South is manifested in the trees. Unlike the south, is into the fall, the trees on the fields are still green as a wash, lush, vibrant. In my hometown, as soon as the fall, the leaves on the trees either quietly turn yellow, or silently turn red, as if in front of people open a seven-color plate. It won't take long for the ground to be covered with colorful leaves.

Speaking of falling leaves

I love the yellow of the ginkgo biloba leaves in autumn, especially the color that shines from the streetlights. In the darkness of the night, the yellow is not golden, but yellow is a little delicate, yellow is a little subtle. There are few pedestrians on the road, and the ginkgo trees illuminated by the streetlights are like oil paintings on canvas, very beautiful; I also like the red of the maple leaves, which is so passionate that no other kind of pigment can produce such intense colors. I am envisioning a day when I can go to a big maple forest, wander in it alone, and let the red of the maple leaves flow into my blood. At this moment, I remembered the poem "I love the maple forest when I stop the car, and the frosty leaves are redder than the flowers in February". I think the ancients were also fond of maple leaves.

For me, there is nothing I like more than the leaves of the poplar tree in the fall. At that time, my hometown around the countryside is still very poor, many parents told their children to go to the tree to sweep the leaves, to get the stove as a wood fire cooking. The leaves of the poplar tree are large, like the shape of the heart, and like a big round treasure, very different, it became the best toy for me and my friends.

I vaguely remember that we usually find a needle, put the back side of the rope, from the ground one by one to the poplar tree leaves strung up, strung into a big and long string, hold in the hand, and the little ones together with the pull to play and run after. As for why we ran like crazy, I can't remember now. Sometimes, we will get down the poplar leaves petiole, and small friends to play the game of pulling hooks, who pulls the petiole in the hands of the broken, even if who loses. In short, at that time, every early fall, this is my friends and I must play the project, happy, happy.

As in previous years, the hometown of the summer is not completely finished, naughty late fall with the Mid-Autumn Festival can not wait to chase over, cold and hot weather, began to play in my hometown. At this time of the year, the hometown of the morning and evening, the temperature will drop, people do not wear a long coat and long pants, all over the body will feel cool, and even a hint of the first cold. Therefore, the old family has a "fall, the fan throw" proverb.

After the fall of the hometown, the most obvious change is the rainy day.

The fall rain in my hometown is often followed by the sound of falling leaves, as fresh as dew, and as cool as ice. When the hometown in the autumn rain, the sky will emit a soft light, clarified and misty, satisfied and boundless. It is said that sunset is the wings of time, then I should say that autumn rain is the footsteps of autumn in our hometown. Hometown of the fall, is along the footsteps of the fall rain, step by step, bit by bit, came to the north, visited the hometown of the small town village.

By the Xuan look at the fall rain, cool into the summer clothes clear.

After the Mid-Autumn Festival, the autumn rain is always leaking, continuous. The former summer heat faded, the coolness of the fall gradually came. Suddenly realized that the fall has long been quietly, like a naughty child, has long been in your body to hide a long time, in your unconscious time suddenly popped out, give you a surprise embrace.

Although the same rain, but the hometown of the rain in the fall and summer rain has obvious differences. After an autumn rain, the temperature will be significantly lower, unlike the summer rain, is cloudy for days, or ten days and a half months, the temperature is still as hot as ever, while the autumn rain, only one, it will be cold. Therefore, our hometown also has "an autumn rain a cold, ten autumn rain to wear cotton". The words of the old ancestors, do not believe, do not serve.

When the autumn wind rises, I especially like to remember the autumn of my hometown. Hometown of the fall is so step by step to my heart, let me happy, let me excited, let me stay. I just don't know when I will be able to return to my hometown and embrace the autumn of my hometown once again, just like the autumn of my hometown embraced me, making me unforgettable and letting me yearn for a lifetime.

The wind is already cool, and the moonlight is like water. On nights like this, I always think of the autumn scene in my old rural home.

The fall in my hometown is far more flavorful than in the city. The city seems to be far away from the nature, every day face is a dense car, cold hard reinforced concrete and hurrying crowd, people seem to be very slow to respond to the change of seasons, the change of flowers and trees in the green belt is slow, so it is often ignored.

The rice flowers say good year, listen to the sound of frogs.

Go to the crop fields outside the village to see, under the blue sky, in the vast fields, everywhere is a harvest scene. A few days ago or lush crops are ripe, cotton field, cotton peaches in the branches of the staggered, scrambling to open their mouths to spit out the snow-white and fluffy cotton fluff; soybean leaves are already yellow-green color, bean trees hung with a cluster of bulging pods; high corn blocked people's vision, full of particles scrambling to show their heads to see the outside world, the brown whiskers like a grandfather's beard with the wind. Swinging; sometimes you can also see sorghum and grain, a spike are heavy, the stalks pressed into a bow.

The field in the grassy arena full of green in the black melon, a slice of red hot pepper, hanging branches of the red persimmon autumn, the head of the vegetables on the edge of the wild vegetables, an eye can be called on the name of the old cattle tongue, Mazar cabbage, horse lettuce, qu qu qu vegetable, artemisia, pale, abutment and so on, most of these can be eaten, they are very strong growth, and the crops to meet the arrival of the autumn together. It's easy to think of a word at this point - spring and fall.

Memories of childhood this season at this time, in the old home of the autumn, people will do one of the most important things in the year - harvest. Early in the morning, when the chicken "clucked" chirping, chimneys rising smoke, the family "harvester" has long been rolled up pants, hand carrying a sickle, pushed on the frame car, embarked on the road of harvesting corn and soybeans.

A busy scene in the fall crop field, the family of adults and children on the line, the children went to school in the fall break, the older follow the adults to work, the younger sheep, picking up cotton, gouging vegetables, catch grasshoppers, the old people at home to look after the door. People and vehicles come and go in and out of the village in an endless stream, all of them return home fully loaded with manure and fertilizer when they return to the fields. On the road, in the field, people joked, pulling the family, labor, although hard, their faces reveal the joy of harvest, planting people know the hardest to harvest, how many times early morning and late at night, the wind and rain, only to have today's harvest.

The field, the village, the yard of the family is filled with a faint smell of grass, and the aroma of corn stalks, burning soil miscellaneous fertilizer smoky flavor, early in the morning and evening there is a particularly cool breath, all of a sudden can be refreshed into the heart, that is the unique breath of the autumn. Households on the roof, walls, tree trunks with yellow corn, the yard with snow-white cotton, by the sun, forcing people to open their eyes. The neighbor's fence is crawling with yellow squash, hanging pumpkins, fiery red persimmons, red pomegranates are also competing for the first appearance.

Insects in the field in the fall, there are many insects, grasshoppers can be seen jumping around everywhere, a head is square, another head is pointed, green and brown, can fly more than ten meters; there are caddis flies, in the old country called "crickets", in order to load it, I remember when I was a child to use the green cornstalks into a gourd rounded with holes, and I can't see the grasshoppers. The first thing you need to do is to make sure that you have a good idea of what you're doing.

"White dew early cold dew late autumn wheat is appropriate time", they have to pinpoint the good agricultural time, calculate the family's work, when to break corn, when to pick up cotton, cut beans, but also plowing, harrowing, fallow ground, planting next year's wheat, every year around the eleventh and Mid-Autumn Festival is the busiest time of the fall harvest and fall planting, they do not have The most important thing is that they don't have the time to celebrate the festival in a serious way, but they use labor to celebrate the festival in the most simple way.

The fall harvest and fall planting are completed, the field becomes more vast, a few days ago the crop field full of green, yellow are gone, flat and bare new soil is just growing a yellowish slender wheat seedlings, like a new world, everything is quiet again. Only a few idle old farmers, a side of sip the mouth of the cigarette, one side skipped to their own head of the ground, look at the wheat seedling out of the Qi Qi.

Walking into the village, the color of autumn, the fragrance of autumn, the taste of autumn wandering in the field. If it's not raining, this must be the time of the year when autumn is high and clear, the sky is high, and the heart is happy. I remember when I was in elementary school, some of our buddies in the weekend, or meet to plow sweet potatoes or pick up dead wood, in order to make a stove with firewood in winter; or a piece of goat herding, in the sunshine, smoke curls when, driving home to eat a full of joy of the sheep. Nowadays, I don't know where my old friends have gone and how they are doing. Sometimes a year to the end, three years and five years can not see. Now, they have long gone their separate ways and have different situations. The Mid-Autumn Festival is still the Mid-Autumn Festival, but the laughter is long gone! The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money to pay for it!

Moving forward, not only is the concrete road different from the past! The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty!

Not to miss the past, not afraid of the future! I'm not sure how much I can say, but how many people are able to do it! I am a mortal one, and I ask myself not to be so vulgar!

I will still be full of reinforced concrete in the high-rise, miss my full of mud and flowers flavor of the countryside. I still worry about future happiness when I'm trying to move forward.

I only know, cherish the people in front of me, do a good job in front of me, more important than anything else!

How long has it been since you've been close to an autumn morning in your hometown?

In the cool autumn wind, enjoy that a fresh air to bring the cozy!

Being in the old home, the heart can really quiet down. This is the home of the soul. Stroll once those familiar can not be familiar with the place, sigh.

Here extraordinarily quiet, there is no complex color, the bottom of the eye is all ink landscape.

The autumn night in the countryside is slightly quieter. Crickets chirping sometimes slow, sometimes urgent; sometimes cheerful, sometimes exciting; sometimes light, sometimes low. Singing and chanting, slow and orderly, echoing, clear and smooth, full of interest, meaning lingering.

Night, quiet and not lonely. Under the eaves, still dripping, from time to time accompanied by the sound of rain hitting the sycamore. The night is short, the dream is still fragrant. Dream also together under the pond to catch loaches catch fish, rooster "ooh-ooh" barking, dog "woof" barking, magpies "chirping" barking, from time to time into the ear. Suddenly, I remembered the scene of my childhood in the autumn morning bed, magpies also in the treetops, "chirping" call all the time, everything has to take advantage of an early, is not the magpies also know that early?

In the kitchen, the fragrance of the breakfast dishes made by the mother. The window is foggy and moody, the rain is still ticking. The grapefruit tree in front of the house, persimmon trees with large fruits, beckoning in the wind. Bananas in the breeze, head over heels in blossom. The pomegranate tree next to the house is full of red fruit, Nanzhu gently swaying, date palm trees and my childhood footprints and memories, the door of the acacia flowers from time to time wafted gusts of fragrance.

Once again, feel the hometown of the autumn, feel the hometown of the autumn rain, while tasting, while feeling, the taste of autumn is probably so.

I once heard a saying, "The place where you leave for too long is called your hometown."

I believe that every person who struggles in a foreign country will understand this sentence, and will be particularly eager for the autumn of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the autumn of the old home.

The moonlight is all about the hometown; the feet are all about life

I think those who don't go home on Mid-Autumn Festival don't want to go home, but they want to have a stronger power to guard their home. So, they run hard and rise to the challenge.

In their reasons for not being able to return home, perhaps it will let you see the beginning of life. Under the setting sun, in the autumn wind, in the small courtyard. Sit around a table with your loved ones and taste the flavors and pleasures of autumn.

I love autumn because of her charm.

I love the fall, love it all the mountains red, layer of forests; love its autumn rain, cool and slightly cold, love its fruitful, warm people.

Happy reunion time with my family in the fall in my hometown