In the summer of 2016, a family of three returned to their beautiful hometown --- Mianyang.
After staying in the city for a long time, returning to my hometown is full of strong rural flavor. After all, I haven't been back for more than ten years: the mountain is still the mountain, and the water is still the water. What has changed is our appearance. At that time, he was still a young man, and now he is middle-aged, and the more he gets closer, the more timid he becomes.
The scene in front of me is still so familiar and warm, as if it was just yesterday: the neighbor walked leisurely past the courtyard with the buffalo, the old hen was looking for the delicious food on the land, and the elder brother next door took the bamboo pole to drive the duck to the pond , The branches were covered with heavy pears. For the first time, I saw the original ecology of walnuts ...
It rained in the afternoon, and the summer rain in the village was also very strange: I heard the rain but did not see the raindrops. I was confused, but the rain came like a gust of wind. The rain curtain instantly made my eyes blank, and my ears were only rushing. The sound of rain, the water in the small ditch in front of the door also became turbulent. But in just a few minutes, the rain had passed, and it seemed as if I was rushing to an unmissable date. After the rain was fine, the summer heat hit again, and the rain left only traces of ditches on the mud.
Early the next day, my wife and brother came back from the mountain carrying a dustpan. There were beautiful mushrooms in the dustpan. "Can this be eaten?" I wondered, "It doesn't matter, this thing after rain There are many hills. Now everyone is working outside, the roads on the hill are full of grass, and there are fewer people going up the hill. Naturally, they can pick a lot. "Breakfast is simple, but they are all fresh and organic food: fresh in their own garden. Cowpea boiled porridge, freshly-picked peppers and condiments, cold-cooked sausages with home-grown pork, pickled vegetables, and fresh corn boiled by the mother-in-law next door. It ’s called cozy and comfortable! The home-grown chickens and mushrooms are naturally a perfect match. At noon, my mother-in-law went to the kitchen to cook, stewed in the pot, and put only salt. The taste was amazing! I can't help eating more two bowls of rice.
My hometown is intoxicating, and time flies by, and I have to carry my bag on my way home. I look forward to the next time ...
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