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I took seven days off and went back to my hometown. Six days at home, very hard, but also very fulfilling. At 7 o’clock every morning, I will definitely be awakened by my mother and grandmother standing at the door on time. When I got up, my dad had already driven the tiller I just bought this year to the ground. In company was working in, every morning in a comfortable bed to 8.2 ten leave warm bed, every day at noon can also was an hour-and-a-half lunch break time. I feel bitter and tired when I go to work, and when I return home, I deeply feel that my family is more bitter and tired at home. All the scenery I am familiar with in my hometown always makes me fall in love. I like the new green branches and green leaves of all kinds of fruit trees. They shook in the wind, like little arms of children waving to me constantly, welcoming my return with all kinds of enthusiasm. When my mother and I went to harvest wheat, there were many aunts next door working in their own fields. I couldn’t help taking photos with my mobile phone, taking photos of my mother bending down to cut wheat, and taking photos of the children with dark faces and small hands covered with mud in the arms of the aunt next door on the ridge. Walking on the road of the village, seeing the houses constantly renovated and rebuilt by the villagers and the vehicles passing by me hurriedly, I am happy with the living conditions of the villagers in recent years. The villagers described a new article of hometown with their hardworking hands. Last night, my mother went to the village leader’s home to attend the meeting held in the village. This morning, my family said happily: The village has won new construction projects this year. Government subsidies make every family in the village need to paint walls, renovate pig houses and build roads. This makes me feel that in recent years, in our rural areas, what is more comfortable and warm than the wind in spring and the sunshine in summer is the national policy towards our rural areas. When I was working in the field, my sight was locked by an ancient well near the field. Previously, it was an old well that did not know how to feed several generations in the village. Once, the edge of the old well was so busy that women, old and young, who were carrying water formed a long queue early in the morning. In the first two years, water pipes were set up in the village, which were attracted by villagers from the deep mountains and flowed into the courtyards of every household. Therefore, the ancient well in front of me became silent. The wellhead was covered with weeds, and the water remained at the bottom of the well was bronze Duckweed. There was not even a tadpole in the water. My hometown is becoming more and more beautiful. The mountains are greener and the water is more beautiful. But the number of people I know is gradually decreasing. The middle-aged people of their parents grew sporadic white hair one after another. The generation of grandpa and grandma have stumbled, while some have returned to the West with cranes. Every time I go home, I always like to sit quietly on the stones at the entrance of the village, watching the scenes of the children in the village when they go to school and return from school. Although I don’t know most of those lovely red scarves, their childlike game is a beautiful scenery in my eyes. Children are the future builders of my hometown, and vigorous children are the future appearance of my beloved hometown.

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