Wang Xingming's original 丨 a touch of nostalgia, let the dark incense cuff (prose)

A touch of homesick

Text/Wang Xingming

Pushing the window, the beauty of Xiangxiang came from memory.

The mountains of Yixiang are beautiful, and the four seasons are all.

In spring, the mountains of Yixiang are soft and delicate. Dongfeng calls softly with the sleeping branches, and the drizzle quietly moisturizes the silent land, so in the early morning when you get up early, spring is here! The tender green leaves look at this familiar world, and a few drops of rain dew will make it even more green; the shameful spring flowers, cherry blossoms, apricot flowers, etc. also bloom with beautiful faces, and the rain will be even more desperate. Moving; the diligent old farmers have a simple dream in the field, and the sound of dry smoke stays and travels in the breeze; some women and children also change to spring clothes and walk in front of the village. Essence Everything is beautiful.

In summer, the mountains of Yixiang are rich and passionate. Temperatures make the enthusiasm of Qixiang rise, and the rain allows the fields and slopes of Yixiang to be strong. Various flowers withdrew from the stage, the fruitful fruits were full of branches, and the busy figures shuttled through: a basket of sweet peach was seductive, a basket of beans of a basket of baskets was delicate and delicate, and a string of red pepper was covered with courtyard. Zhu Ziqing's "Lotus Pond Moonlight" will be mixed with hazy water vapor, a faint lotus incense, and laughter of this one after another. There is also a cheerful pace of returning from school for children; "The incense of rice is said to be rich, listening to the sound of frogs" will also fly out of a little water field, swaying the thrive corn and sorghum extending their dreams to the distance.

In the autumn, the mountains of Yixiang are golden and rich. After the perfect interpretation of spring, Xia's hot dependence is naturally the appearance of autumn. Corn queue up for inspection in its unique way. The slim sorghum pierced in the autumn wind, and the grain lowered his head in subtle way, and he was still happy to whisper. ; Sporadic persimmon trees are dotted with this rising slope, and the golden fruit is more attractive after the leaves fall. Everything is deeply written into the corner of the hometown, and the busy and smiley face has been presented on the simple and thick face of the farmer.

In winter, the mountains of Yixiang are silent and white. When the last leaf is drifting away from the branches, the snowflake arrives as expected. At the moment, the house was quietly lingering each other, enjoying the beauty of this nature; the corn hanging on the tree rack in the courtyard was more affectionate, and the dry bacon on the corner of the house was also rich at the moment; some birds stopped at will at will The snowflakes of the branches dance again, and the top of the hen nest under the tree has caused a commotion; the laughing urchin has long been unable to hold back the joy of her heart, flying in the snow, or entangled with the parents of the snowman, the elderly old man, the elderly Grandpa and grandma stayed in the room to bake the fire, and by the way, the sprayed roasted sweet potato was presented in the hands of the child who was tired. Everything is moving forward, quietly.

The mountain gods of Xiangxiang are rich and rich, and they are waiting for a beautiful water and soil; the water of the Xiangxiang uses another charming soul to dream around my memory. I can't forget it for a long time.

The water of Xiangxiang is spiritual, and there are stories in all seasons.

In spring, the water in the hometown is clear. The quiet winter snow makes the spring ditch pond with more crystal clear, and the shallow riverbed is still gently flowing. A little fish began to be happy, and suddenly it was still in the air, and suddenly went to the distance. Various cobblestones and fallen leaves stay on the riverbed to rest, and occasionally move closely. "Chunjiang Water Warm Duck Prophet" is indeed a beautiful landscape on the water surface in spring. The woman started the shore laundry, and the children also picked up the thin stone chips and drifted. The weeping willow on the shore also sprouted, dressing up the mirror.

In summer, the water in the hometown is full of tolerance. Continuous precipitation makes the ditch Manhe Ping a possibility. The water flows are running with various substances and precipitate in the pond. As a result, the water plants in the river are lush, and the lotus in the pond is also open to pity, and the swimming fish between lotus leaves also starts to chase freely. Occasionally, the water scallion was sprinkled into the air, and the crystal clear jade beads on the lotus leaves spread all over, and some flashed under the green leaves, and some stayed on the leaves for a while. The weeping willow on the shore is also very gentle under the moisturizing of the rain, and the slender hair shakes gently in the wind. Everything happened beautifully, growing up, walking.

In autumn, the water in the hometown is a layered fragrance. After Xia's bath, the rivers and ponds in autumn are more fresh and beautiful, clear and beautiful. The aquatic plants in the river also began to become rustic, the weeping willow on the shore became plump and intellectual, and the fat lotus rock swaying in the water in the water to swim back and forth. The fishermen of three or two were scattered on the shore, and the rice fragrant was filled with water vapor. The corn was full of passion. The goat walked slowly on the slope, and some farmers were busy in the ground.

In winter, the water in the hometown is delicate and gentle. The prosperity is exhausted, the earth is clear, and the fields are particularly open. The river is winding like a jade belt surrounds the quiet villages. The pond is like the mirror is inlaid. The rich and beautiful hometown has a lot of tranquility and tenderness. The water came out, and the exposed Sha Ting became a bird's paradise in the river, or stopped or flyed or played. Occasionally snow is even more beautiful. The white white covered by ice and snow is exciting in the winter of the hometown. Bingqing Yujie may be most suitable for interpretation at this moment. Children's childhood hometown is relatively cold. You can run, play the gyro on the ice, and open the ice to catch fish. A happy past happened quietly and retreated quietly. The mountains of the Xiangxiang are beautiful, and the four seasons are the same; the water of the Xiangxiang is beautiful, and there are stories in the four seasons; the people in the Xiangxiang are rustic, and they are busy in the four seasons.

People in Xiangxiang always sow the hope quietly every season, and then take a look at each harvest and happiness. Irrig lotus ponds, grains full of granary ...

The wind blew into the window, so that the eyes of the eyes stayed in my heart for a long time. The nostalgia is like a shallow poem, and it is gently written in the staggering fields; the nostalgia is like a stream of streams, flowing quietly in a happy and warm memory. Hometown, walking in a hurry, confident, elegant, beautiful, and passionate. A touch of nostalgia, let the dark fragrance make the sleeves.

[About the author] Wang Xingming (male), a member of the Shandong Writers Association, a member of the Shandong Provincial Society, a member of the Linyi Municipal Writers Association. The Literature and Art Awards have published several works and periodicals in the "Language News", "Shandong Education Daily", "Linyi Daily" and "Yimeng Evening News".

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