Youth grows in the gentle breeze and drizzle.

I used to be a naughty and rebellious "top dog", however, all this has long been left in the distant lush years of my hometown. Every time I set foot on the sentimental land in my hometown, I feel a lot of memories of the past, and a warm current hits my heart. Hometown, although not close for many years, has always been warm and has never gone far.

I spent my childhood in that mountain farm in my hometown.

In the hometown of early spring, it is warm and cold at first sight, and peach and pear blossoms are blooming. The spring trees planted by the villagers on the hillside began to sprout, and clusters of bright yellow hung all over the branches. Walking through the winding mountains, doing nothing, often giving birth to some inexplicable fantasies for no reason. Bored to death, for fun, I instantly picked up the stones on the road, or stood, or the cat bent around, and hit the spring trees in the ground. They landed mercilessly on the branches, leaving only bare trunks. Some trees were hit in spring, and even if they survived, their trunks grew crooked. Even some tiny tree trunks become fragile and interrupted, unable to grow and die. From a distance, none of the stout spring trees within 30 meters of the roadside and the scars on the trunk are complete. Pieces of protruding bark are like scabs left by human necrotic skin, which are difficult to heal. In my hometown, Toona sinensis is the only material for villagers to build and repair houses because of the urban wood structure of houses.

In summer in the mountain village, the grass is lush, the trees are lush and the wild flowers bloom in the wind. From a distance, the green corn, blown by the mountain wind, is like clear water rippling in blue waves. In midsummer, the sun is like fire, and the villagers sweat like rain. The heading of corn arrived as scheduled, and the posture of bees flying and butterflies dancing wandered among them. The flowers all over the mountains were colorful and the birds were intoxicated in the melodious music. Walking in Shan Ye, it is difficult to resist the "angry" flame. In summer, I often hide in the shade of corn fields to have a rest and enjoy the cool. While chatting silently, I crept into the cornfield and stole the corn stalks that were about to mature planted by the villagers. The sweetness of a lot of water is very delicious, which is very thirst-quenching. In order to hide people's eyes and ears and not be noticed, the leftovers are carefully discarded in weeds or buried with soil together with corn stalks.

Golden autumn, everywhere is the fragrance of fruits and vegetables. Crickets croak and autumn insects sing. Corn and soybeans are yellow; Tomatoes and peppers are red; Mi Dou and hemp are ripe; Sweet potatoes are swollen. I have been hungry since I was a teenager as long as I can remember. I often can't go to the next meal after eating the last meal. I feel hungry and never feel full. Seeing ripe melons and fruits, I don't drool, but I am full of joy. In order to satisfy their hunger, they often run to the mountains, sneak into cornfields and eat raw cucumbers, soybeans and tomatoes from villagers. Cucumber, juicy and sweet; Soybean, full of fragrance; Tomato, slightly sour and sweet, is a delicious food, which makes the taste buds enjoy it. Sometimes I will go under the peach tree, steal the peaches from the villagers, have a full meal, and then rest on the rocks in the shade to indulge my taste. In the past, the whole grains and wild fruits were still fragrant.

In winter, the countryside is far away and Shan Ye is empty. It is neither as vibrant as spring, nor as intense as summer, nor as fragrant as corn and full of fruits in autumn. Instead, it looks bleak and cold. Gradually, the earth was covered with yellow, the colorful colors of the past disappeared, the mountain wind roared and everywhere was desolate. Like the busy farming season, the villagers still leave early and return late, facing the cold wind and west wind, taking care of weeds and corn stalks in the field and never slackening. Because corn stalks are one of the essential fuels for farmers, villagers often collect and bundle corn stalks all over the mountain, pile them on the roadside, dry them and go home for later use. Taking care of weeds and corn stalks in the field is a very hard farm work. Often in a few days, the villagers' hands were stabbed by weeds and cut by straw, and none of them were intact. The chapped wound often oozes blood, and the pain is unbearable and stinging. In the middle of winter, the countryside is silent and the wind is cold. It often snows in the first frost, and occasionally, snowflakes are fluttering. One night, covered with snow, filled with rime, frozen earth, dancing in the mountains, wrapped in silver, just like the world of ice and snow in the north, people are happy and worried. Walking slowly in the ice and snow, my hands and feet are stiff and shivering, and I often hold corn stalks piled up by the roadside under the leeward rock to keep warm. In order to find excitement, we piled up bundles of corn stalks and burned them together. The wind helped the fire to start, the flame filled the air, sparks splashed and pillars of fire held high. I accidentally permed my hair and my eyebrows. I didn't care, but I remained aloof.

Spring goes to Qiu Lai, and cold comes and summer goes. Countless villagers have suffered so much damage. All I heard was gentle words and stern advice. For a long time, in this sentimental land, simple, kind, tolerant and generous villagers treated us ignorant teenagers only by coaxing, without any intention of punishment, just wrapping up the warmth skillfully, making many wild and ignorant hearts feel deep warmth, and silently protecting the seedlings in the weeds, for fear of being beaten by the piercing wind and getting wet by the torrential rain. This thick land nourishes everything, nourishes my young mind and makes me grow up carefree.

Time flies, drunk watching the old dream of the world of mortals; Time flies, washing away the glitz of the years. Nowadays, we have been far away from ignorant and crazy teenagers, gone through passionate youth and entered a mature and steady year of destiny. Although far away from home, the memory of youth is still fresh, just like yesterday. With the passage of time, life has been constantly tempered, and I have realized the true meaning of life, finally realized the true meaning of "weeding" and deeply realized the hardships of labor; With the growth of age, my experience is rich, I deeply understand the truth of being a man, and I finally understand gratitude. Even though I feel deeply guilty about being young, I feel guilty. At the same time, Yu Xin will be tortured by conscience and mercilessly flogged. Nowadays, my hometown is no longer prosperous, and the former cornfields have already returned farmland to forests and grown green trees. Travel through time and space, count the past, taste warm and full of affection. Walking from the hometown of youth, through a warm foreign land, I finally understand the inner world of my hometown.

My hometown is tender as water, and I miss you endlessly; The homeland is thick and affectionate, nourishing and living. Things change, I can't stay in a hurry, but I hope that warmth will always accompany me.