Away

There is an old persimmon tree at the head of the village with luxuriant foliage. Under the tree is a clean field, which is the rice market for villagers. No matter spring, summer, autumn and winter, no matter breakfast, lunch or dinner, villagers will come here at the same time. Although the days were light and the food was simple, the boss ate a mouthful of dishes and the Western family tasted a mouthful of soup. They all ate with relish. Under the old persimmon tree, there are always many words, laughter and excitement, which is the best place for villagers. The villagers didn’t come for a day, as if they lost their souls. The small village in the past has changed, and it is difficult to find the shadow of the past. The small village has also changed its appearance, familiar and unfamiliar. It is still as busy as before to make a living. Just compared with the past, there seems to be something missing. Is that old persimmon tree missing? Sometimes I think. Now the old persimmon trees in the village are gone. If the old persimmon trees were still there, would the villagers today be the same as before? The chickens, ducks and geese also woke up and began to scream. The pigs in the circle also groaned. The woman fed chickens, ducks and geese first, then finished feeding pigs, held a bundle of firewood and began to cook. Over the small village, smoke rose from every household. When the meal is ready, wake up the sleeping child, dress up and eat, and then send the child to school. The rice market under the old persimmon trees in the village began, and people were eating one after another. And his own man is still in the field. The woman was in a hurry, standing under the old persimmon tree at the head of the village, facing the field full of green eyes, the turtle was full of strength and shouted: his father is the dog left, have dinner! The voice of the woman made the crops in the field shake off the dew and turn greener. So many years later, no matter where I am wandering, no matter in good times or adversity, when I see crops and the green in my eyes, the voice of women will ring in my ears. My blood will boil, and my heart will have a kind of warmth and desire for home. When I was young, I caught fish and shrimps in the river and several small fish. I took them home. My mother mixed noodles and fried them in a pot with a little oil. After eating it, my mouth was full of fragrance. My mother always washed clothes in the river, which was full of pots. After finishing the crops in the field and housework, my mother would go to the river to wash clothes. The murmuring sound of running water accompanied by my mother’s beating on clothes is still echoing in my ears. One day, the water in the river suddenly dried up, exposing the ugly riverbed. I can’t hear the murmuring water any more, nor can I hear the sound of my mother beating her clothes. The Willows on both sides of the river have become thinner, the crops in the fields have become thinner, and the small village has also become thinner to eliminate the snow in spring. Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…