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Published: 2024-11-05 Author: mysheen
Last Updated: 2024/11/05, Hometown & nbsp; Golden call to descend the Central Zhuoma & nbsp; 00Rule 00 /.

Hometown

The call of gold

Jianyang Zhuoma

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When we get old, we'll go back to the country.

This most simple village is my starting point.

Wavering in a noisy and prosperous city wave, I can cry in a vast field when I return to the countryside, and my body is filled with bitter tears. Back here, the reproduction is a simple and honest face, and the most simple expectations for the future.

The same courtyard

The same low wall

The same grinding plate and stone stool

The same warm time in the old house

Seeing these, I seem to see the real self who is down-to-earth, diligent, kind and good. Here, there is no hard support in the narrow big city; here, it is not like the pace in the city is really difficult: carefully guarding their own dignity, careful survival, forbearance.

No need to get dizzy in the morning

Walking on a country road

The smell of the wind mixed with soil

It's like walking through here with a cow when I was a child.

The feet still have a faint scent of grass.

Such a comfortable plot, it has nothing to do with the city, has nothing to do with the times, out of touch with prosperity, isolated from noise, it is always the most touching string that affects the depths of my soul. An old tree, a light stream spring, a string of full ears of rice, or a blanket of moist soil, these unmodified natural scenery will never tire the eyes and wash the soul.

In the twilight

Standing on a high hill

Look at the smoke everywhere.

As if smelling

The rice that my mother used to cook smells good

After the rain, the slippery ridge of the field, pick a wisp of smoke, scoop a ladle of water, sing a little song, happy and complacent! The cold mountain changes to be particularly gloomy and green, and the autumn water gurgles on the day.

At night, there are no more neon lights.

The sound of frogs and the occasional barking of dogs

It allows me to bring me to a sweet dream.

The sound of birds and frogs; the fresh smell of earth; bursts of fruit fragrance, are the ideas of my life, is the pure land for me to put my heart.

In the spring

Cultivate fields and transplant rice seedlings with the villagers

Cook a few dishes

Let go of the tiredness of the day

Let's talk about the beautiful vision of the year.

Imagine the hope of a boundless harvest in a year.

Keep cool outside on a sunny summer night

The night sky is deep and the stars are brilliant.

Sit on a cool bed and chat with your family.

Eating the ones picked from Tian Kan

Moxa fruit made of fresh moxa leaves

Shaking pu fan and chatting.

It's a pleasure that can never be enjoyed in the study.

Sweet-scented osmanthus in autumn

Sit by the threshing floor, leisurely and freely

Look at the big girl and daughter-in-law in the village.

Pack piles of millet into sacks with a dustpan

And put it in the middle of the barnyard.

The cold wind is rustling in winter

Under the eaves on a rainy day

Rain Water tick-tock

At that time, you must sit around the fire pond.

Boil a small pot of bacon

With pickled sour radish

Take a sip of home-brewed rice wine

What a satisfaction it should be.

How comfortable it is

And, here, there is a sound floating into the eardrum, and it is the birds chirping in the branches and singing the joyful mood.

The gurgling stream of the mountain stream flows happily into the distance, so persistent, so duty-bound, as if to realize the dream that has been brewing for a long time.

Wild flowers are in full bloom in the mountains, the fragrance of flowers is obsessed with the breeze, bees attract butterflies, do not hesitate to show off all kinds of amorous feelings; the mountains stretch, extend into black, evolve into dragons, run away into the distance, and gradually disappear.

The courtyard is a fence made of bamboo, covered with green vines.

There are beans, there are cucumbers, on the other side is Schisandra, Weng Weng melancholy.

Occasionally see a cluster of chrysanthemums sticking out of the bamboo hedge, bamboo hedge because of the moonlight blurred with a poetic mood, masking people's dreams, the interpretation of intoxicating sound.

The sound of water in the distance seems to wander in the heart, spin away irritability, wash away the summer heat, the heart is full of cool and comfortable.

Yes, this is it, the poetic countryside that haunts me, in the countryside, the place I dream of.

When we get old, we'll go back to the country.

After walking for so many years

I still have to go back to this place after all.

A place called hometown

A glass of light wine and a pot of chrysanthemum tea.

Invite Mingyue, enjoy wild flowers, suck nectar, taste cantaloupe.

A leaf boat, a coir raincoat

Ferry life like wild cranes in oblique wind and drizzle!

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