The distance between me and my hometown

Hometown is the birthmark of a person; Hometown is the place where relatives are buried; Hometown is the thought of travellers in their hearts. The writer Wang Xiao wrote like this. Then, where is my hometown? In fact, my hometown is very close to me; My hometown is also very far away from me. My hometown is very close, almost one step away, and it takes more than ten minutes to ride a motorcycle. One day more than 40 years ago, I was lucky to be born from my mother to the world and came to my first hometown, a village in Yangzhou. From then on, I studied and grew up in my hometown. My hometown is very poor, but I don’t think it’s young. I still remember my hometown! The house in my hometown is like the quadrangle in Beijing. My parents led us to live in the East compartment, while my second uncle and his family lived in the West compartment. My grandparents were separated by a straw curtain in the middle compartment, leaving a small door in the East with a bed inside, in this simple way, it was their bedroom. In the daytime, swallows placed their nests on their middle beams, which seemed to integrate into our big family. When I got up in the morning, the kitchen on both sides of the big yard became lively, and wisps of smoke flew over the village. As the captain made a trumpet with a tin nest, he shouted hard ——- work started. Therefore, the adults of the whole village began to work in the fields. At this time, the older children always walked into the school with the small ones carrying the patch schoolbag. Lang Lang’s reading, the sound knocked on the parents’ hearts, warm and sweet! In my hometown, everything for naive me, It is a kind of temptation and mystery. The old scalper can be regarded as the most loyal friend in my hometown. My hometown cannot live without it, and it loves my hometown. Never leave, do whatever you want! The field of farming is always inseparable from its great figure. Ploughs everywhere are cultivated by it; Waves in paddy fields are sketched by it. After a rest, the scalpers tied in the shade of several large willows to enjoy the cool. While shaking the tail to drive away the mosquitoes on his body, he chewed the grass leaves and slobbed like white foam. Happy, so I climbed down the river and rolled two. The sound of water was so loud that it spread all the way to the end of the village. The ground of the village is not far away from the old cattle, which is called the park in the countryside. The park is not quiet because of busy planting in summer. At the beginning of the scene, the fields are all busy figures of adults. Within a few days, there were more than a dozen rockery-like wheat stacks in the park; There were also several rice warehouses like large yurt in the center of the park. Late at night, our little brothers couldn’t fall asleep. Writing here, maybe you will ask, mother came back late after hard work, why do you have such insomnia? I said, I was looking forward to the occasional goose meat or beef night meal brought back by my mother. The little brothers competed to share the delicious food! Share maternal love! I feel really happy! wu yue, When the young seedlings grew up, they left their hometowns and went to the vast fields to develop. The patches of green were dyed by them. When it comes to drought, the waterwheel will come in handy. Sometimes I also go up and step on the waterwheel with adults. If there is a creaking sound, I will learn from adults to drop a few drops of sesame oil on the rotating shaft. The sound of the waterwheel has always been like wonderful music playing in my heart. Ah! Home! My hometown is really close to me! Near, the distance from the bottom of the heart to the mouth; Near, the distance from the bottom of the heart to the tip of the pen! Close, the distance between heart and palm! In fact, my hometown is far away from me, and I am in a panic like a lifetime. The village is gone, the relatives of the village are gone, and even the graves of ancestors are gone. What I saw were only pieces of white Wangwang aquaculture farms. Where are the hard-working bees? Where are you, the old scalper? The days gone like flying will not come. Nowadays, electric fishing people swim faster than fish; Birds shoot faster than birds; Unpleasant chemical smell comes faster than wind and rain. I can’t hear any more about the anti-Japanese War from my ancestors. In the night, I raised my head and looked up at the starry sky. My hometown seemed to be in the distant sky, which pinned my yearning for my hometown. The spring of my hometown is gradually leaving me. Is it because my hometown has grown up? Still Old? Maybe my mind is getting old. Ah! My hometown! My poor hometown! You are really far away from me! Far! 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