Home, childhood

The childhood in my memory is vague and happy, but when I think of it, it is just like that round of old moon hanging quietly in the distant sky, but it emerges clearly in front of me. My grandma’s home is the warmest place in my memory. The cottage in the country, the loving old man, always gets up early in the morning to cook meals for me, she always guarded me when I was ill and rubbed my forehead again and again with her rough hands, I always sit under the eaves in the morning and carefully weave the twist braid for me, then walk to the mud in front of the House to dig the soil, take out a white gardenia and wear it on my head carefully, the old man who always called me home again and again when I was eating, when I hadn’t had time to grow up, when I was always willful to make her angry, when I didn’t understand the pain of losing, I went quietly to the person who loved me most in the world. There are always blue sky, long clouds, dew in the morning, old cattle returning at dusk, honest Yellow Dogs, fields gently swept by the wind, golden wheat ears in my childhood memory, that cold old well, the noisy cry of knowing in midsummer, and a round wire on the bamboo pole, searching for spider webs in every corner, and then chasing dragonflies in the hot sun, in the busy farming season, I climbed up the mulberry tree and put a handful of mulberry fruit into my mouth with my hand. The sweet taste was immersed in my heart all the time, and these woven into childhood memories and pictures. So far, I think the most wonderful thing is to invite ants to catch an insect casually in the grass and put its body on the path. Soon an ant came, like a spy, he sniffed and sniffed around the corpse and circled for a long time. After a while, he turned around and left. According to past experience, he went to move a large group of people and horses. As expected, within 5 minutes, the large army came, although the team is crooked, it is still orderly. There are no ants walking side by side. If you look carefully, you will find that there are several ants whose heads are bigger than ordinary ants. I don’t know if they are the legendary Ant King, at this time, we sang our own songs, played tricks on these ants, set obstacles among their teams, and moved the food further when they were about to arrive, these lovely little creatures have a clear division of labor and work together to push food several times larger than their bodies to their own homes. The countryside is always quiet without the noise of traffic. Time seems to be stagnant here. A thousand years is like a day. When you wake up, you will smell the smell of grass and sleep with the fragrance of grass, the insects in the grass sang tirelessly, which was my best lullaby. In the morning, I always wake up in my grandmother’s incessant call. In the morning in the countryside, there are mist, smoke and glittering dew on the grass, there are also bright sunrise and pure air which seems to be transparent ……. Noon is the busiest time of the day, and the air boxes of every family rise one after another, and then there are the voices of adults calling for children to eat, the tail tone is too long, as if I am afraid that the child will not come back and deliberately attract the child with this gentle and tactful voice, the children who were playing returned reluctantly with dirt and grass scraps in the urge over and over again. The evening is the most pleasant moment, especially the summer night. It is covered with a layer of mist early around, intertwined with the smoke from the kitchen, hovering on the mountainside and roof, like flowing white gauze, I can’t tell which is fog or smoke. From the rice field in the distance came the sound of frogs. The hills around stood silently, as if thinking about something, everything was so quiet and deep. Put a mat in the yard dam in front of the door, lie on your back, count the stars, watch the fireflies fly around happily with lanterns, listen to the adults chatting nearby, and the moon looks so distant in the deep night sky, A breeze blows, and the exhaustion of the day and the hard work of the day go with the wind. Now when I walk under the night sky of the city, I always think about this question. Is this moon the moon at that time? If so, then it must have seen how happy I was at that time? Many years have passed, and the memories of hometown and childhood have never disappeared in my heart but become clearer. I always think of everything at that time when I suddenly look back. 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