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The small village in my hometown has a remote geographical location, which is far away from roads and railways. It is very inconvenient to travel, especially when the weather is windy and rainy, there are fewer people on the road, the inconvenient transportation leads to the block of news, and I know little about the world outside the small village. Before I went to Changchun, the provincial capital, I had only been to the county twice, let alone other big cities, the life in the city is far away and strange. The folks only work at Sunrise and rest at sunset every day, repeating the work of digging food in the soil. However, the folk customs here are simple and simple. As long as there is a big or small affair in one of the hundreds of households in the village, everyone in the village will help each other, and there will never be any cold-looking things happening, it shows the simplicity and mellow goodness of human nature in the uproar, and shows the love and warmth of life in your coming and going. Who has a bride? There are not only adults but also children like us who are the busiest. They are busy drilling in the crowd to find the best place to look for beautiful bride, after that, I was busy picking up firecrackers that hadn’t been exploded, and then I was busy looking for free tables to sit down. It was often that adults were about to sit down when they saw an empty seat. A child took the lead in charging and sat down first, also happy enough. At that time, there was nothing delicious in the wedding banquet. It was nothing but some sauerkraut, vermicelli, tofu and other meat dishes, such as rare chicken, and many potatoes and cabbages were put as side dishes, there was not a few pieces of meat in a bowl. My friends often argued about a piece of meat. It was not because people who did things were stingy, but because they were too poor at that time for more than eight years. The rice was just sorghum rice, and later in a few years, it was replaced by sticky rice stewed with yellow rice and rice. There was a nice name called Golden Rice, although it was a little shabby, however, there were also ways to live in poor days. Although these meals were rough and not rice flour, it was also a rare food in the eyes of children at that time. Everyone could eat several big bowls as if they were rushing to eat. For those bullshit kids like us, the most desired thing is home visitors (reading Qiqin). At this time, no matter how difficult the family is, they will try every means to make some dishes and get some good food, when I was young, I always heard my mother say: don’t eat all the good things, and leave some hospitality. We often complain that my mother is stupid and has good things for others to eat. When people came, there was nothing delicious at home. It was nothing more than frying an egg, frying potato shreds, and flipping some cakes. At that time, the living standards were almost the same, and the guests wouldn’t think the meals were simple and crude. The whole family could not eat it, but Grandpa accompanied the guests to eat and drink, and the rest were all for us. The adults could not move, the bottom of the pot was scalded with big porridge, and some big corn flour pancakes left for breakfast were put on it, the rest of the white flour cakes, a little eggs and potato shreds were as good as a gluttonous feast. Now the aftertaste is still fragrant. Another advantage of visitors is to buy wine and make them jealous. My six aunts have six uncles. My father, as the eldest son, lives with my grandparents every new year or every day, when the girl’s uncle came to visit her parents, she must also eat at home. There were many guests coming and sending to her home. When the aunts who were good at drinking arrived, her mother would take out a few dollars from the bag in the cabinet, take the glass bottle and ask us to go to the supply and marketing agency to drink. As usual, we ordered to buy sugar with the remaining few cents. On the way back, we carried the bottle with sugar in our mouth, that was the happiest day for our brother and sister. I remember that one year, there was something to do to invite the village secretary to dinner. The family killed a chicken and stewed noodles with chicken. It had not been cooked yet. The smell was so fragrant. We were all circling around the pot, my father asked my mother to serve us some food first. My mother sighed and said that there were only two dishes added with fried cabbage slices. I was afraid that it was not enough to eat, and they would eat after the guests finished eating. As a result, the secretary, the third uncle invited to accompany the guests, and grandpa, Grandpa basically didn’t move Chopsticks. After eating, there was only a plate of noodles left. Mom gave it to us to eat. It was really delicious, now I remember that I still have endless aftertaste, and now I often cook chicken noodles at home, but I can’t eat the taste of that year. Through the route of examination, our brother and sister have been in the city for many years now, and our grandfather and father have also passed away. Our mother and our family of three live together. Although we can’t say that we are rich and expensive, we have enough food and clothing, but every time I recall the small village in my hometown, the past is still yesterday. There are often paintings lingering in my mind and calls lingering in my ears, as if staying in the hometown more than 20 years ago and finishing a day’s work, the village after dinner brought heavy soil flavor and the warm taste mixed with cow dung, horse manure and pig manure fermented by the breeze. Every household was lighting up, women sit on the kang with soles or old clothes, while children lie down on the table of the Kang and write homework. Next to them, they often lie in a lazy cat with half-open and half-closed eyes, in the firewood in the corner, from time to time, there came a dog barking. The cattle and horses in the fence were eating grass. The cattle and horses kept swinging when they were eating grass. They often made a loud sound, breaking the scenes of life in the quiet hometown of this moonlit night, it seems that I am still around, which is really memorable and fascinating. Hometown is mother’s nagging full of love. Hometown is the smoke from the old house Dancing With The Wind. Hometown is father’s slap in the face of Truant. Hometown is the green rustling green gauze tent on the field, hometown is the old house covered with dust in my memory. Hometown is the grasshopper cage made of wheat straw carried by the urchin in his hand. Hometown is the laughter of neighbors squatting at the entrance of the village with bowls, my hometown is my mother’s exhortation and care before leaving. It snowed and it got cold. I just wanted my hometown. The hometown in my memory was as warm as spring. The new year is coming, and the festival is coming, I just want my hometown, where there are red lanterns and round days. Although the old houses in my hometown have been changed for many years now, and the relatives and friends in my hometown are far away from their homeland, although there is still no big change in my hometown, without the beauty and wealth of other places, but my hometown, it is still the resting place of my soul when I return from my midnight dream, and the spiritual home that I am always worried about.

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