Such as season, while we are still immersed in the fullness of fall slightly drunk, the onset of cold upset about the pace of the season, this cold spell is also cast directly to my sleepless night. I need me a cold cup of tea and a warm body, but still want to hear in the wind, the pace of the fall.
love their hometown, the mood seems to have become middle-aged man portrayal. Fall, the most beautiful season in my hometown, the village kept the holding me home, the road on both sides of the apple trees are covered with attractive red apple, those farmers busy in the fields, and villages are now comfortably shower in the sun.
I went to the old house, the Iron General will I get in the door, this time my father and mother are not at home, the busy season of the village people are also staying busy. Apple under the tree, but also packaging, bulk batch of strangers into the village, some wealth to become a farmer so proud of the face.
far I like standing on the hillside staring at my village, the village with the memory to restore the original appearance. Thus, in an alley and leave my footprints, one by one before leaving my old one back. Autumn snout face, with Jisi cool, I stroked my village with the eyes, and now the village is being gradually become the old man to the house from, so slowly in front of the screen blurred ... ...
Memory is a warm river, in a specific period of warm dry and numb our hearts. I sat quietly hillside home, surrounded by grass yellow,UGG shoes, vigorous trees, mountains the color clear, those who are bright Chrysanthemum bloom. At the moment, full of flowers sit in the ridge in immediately smell the taste of childhood.
in childhood, fall for the mountains is a colorful doll. Every time after school, we will run to the hills, ridges, the actively look for our parents, go and whatever they do some farm work. Even children from poor families also have an innocent side, those in full bloom chrysanthemum also became my favorite. Sniffing the smell of autumn, the whole to the whole picked wild chrysanthemum, or surrounded by a large holding in the chest,cheap UGG boots, or do with hair, so that the fragrance from the invasion of a wild innocence of heart.
time if their parents do farm work, we will have time to continue picking wild chrysanthemum, is used to make pillows to dry, hold in mind, that sweet sleep like a baby. As a result, I got it, wild chrysanthemum in full bloom represents the harvest season is coming. Poor villages, and mountains that we endorse it as a childhood dolphin pearls. Those attractive wild jujube, that red apple, a treasure in our memories. Like the past, Apple is not bagging, red, natural, red, sweet. Species are diverse, what green bananas, the small fruit of light, there are some I can not remember the name of the species, gave the memory of the Apple adds a number of sweet taste.
today's Hill, became my recall of the space. This afternoon, the warm sun shines on the body, I would be so lazy, and the luxury of lying in the arms of the autumn, the aroma of wild chrysanthemum looked on, listening to the pace of the fall. I know, me girlfriend can not understand how I feel, a growth in the city, the bustling metropolis obsessed woman can not understand that no less than give up my share of the feelings of the village.
virtual point I was so proud of my village, said: \without modification, natural, so real touched my heart. Girlfriend said: \Front of the village seemed infinite, like my baby really is. Sitting high on the hillside, no matter where you are from, how occupying posts, I think your heart will be a moment of absolute peace.
bones, I and Yi is the share in common. When she knew that this building belongs to my old house will be the most valuable asset, she said one night in a dream the old house, and she happily said to me: \old, I dream of you can live in four old house ... ... \down a few eggs, Thelephora'm holding two little hands, picking just the garden to pick fresh vegetables, and then study what to eat at night, surrounded by several men together, drinking wine to the leeks fried eggs, oil fried peanuts, said the wine from different places, of course, must be a gray and sloppy ear hair flapping in the wind. It was a dream? Of course, the fourth home to have mom and dad must be called successful. Yi's dream is very contagious, I can not wait to tell her that I have a grand plan, and I want our family to buy a house down the row of old houses, it really is four. I said so I have money, I want them to flip up a whole row of ah, think how spectacular? Although at the moment I do not have extra money one point, although those houses, but also a thousand or so,UGG bailey button, but he is without prejudice to the dream I was spectacularly.
Yee smile on his face, she said we need a vegetable plot,UGG boots clearance, we need to personally grow vegetables, we eat green food. Rising smoke curl every day thinking about, thinking about a few of us women look like chrysanthemums full smile, life is so, what does not satisfy it? Even dreams are colorful.
while the autumn wind, gently shake my dream. Has been unable to climb sky high heels stepping on the higher peaks, so standing on the foot of the mountain looked deep into my village, in the autumn, I heard the village of breath. This is the land I am familiar, think of a child can be stepped on barefoot Yazi thorny mountain, but at the moment, I can wear high heels, very skillfully take a mountain road back to childhood. Lying in the arms of the fall, thinking about a recent chat with a hometown friend, he said that our village is very beautiful, I must be a few years back. I said I can always go home now, I just did not tell him, the old and the old house when I was to together, he said that envy you, have a father with mother, and old houses can host you. You see, the village is how we hold up fine and warm home?
footsteps fall lightly came down when the village is also the setting sun slowly dimmed, I took the hand of his girlfriend, carrying off her high heels, is \socks at the end, knocking split step, moved down the hill. I could not help looking at her music, this is the difference between the Montagnards and the city people.
along the way, some time to harvest the hawthorn tree still hanging on the bare, red, adorable, decorated with a dash of warmth for the fall romantic rhyme. I will go Jiuxia few naughty, smack on the lips, taste. An old cattle in the master's cries, the plow from the barren land. We step back to the hay, the direction toward the old house, where there are streaks of smoke curl rising ... ...
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