The beauty of a small town-I miss my hometown Wugang.

-I miss my hometown Wugang.

Text/Ke Yan

I have never been homesick, but little things in my hometown often worry me. I often show the beautiful scenery of my hometown to foreign friends and go home in countless dreams. At the moment, it is an internationally broadcast Lantern Festival. I sneezed several times after I hung up the phone to my mother. Back home, someone sneezes and misses you. Yes, did you miss me? I am homesick.

As a national expatriate teacher, to work in the Philippines for one year, the Spring Festival is naturally in a foreign country. I like watching the moon at night. At that time, I would feel a little sweet under the same moonlight with my relatives. Baguio, Philippines is also a mountain city with a population of 300,000. It's beautiful, but I miss my hometown, Wugang, a small town known as the small south of the Yangtze River in the north! At this moment, I can't wait to travel through time. I can teleport, eat Yuanxiao with my family and watch the party. I can hold my son in my arms and snuggle up to my mother.

If you ask who is the most patriotic, only overseas travelers are interested; If you ask who misses home the most, I'm afraid it's a wanderer in the distance.

When I opened the door of missing, the beautiful scenery of my hometown flowed in front of my eyes frame by frame, and I almost burst into tears. I love every inch of land, every river, every bluestone and every fallen leaf in my hometown ... I want to lie in the softness of spring and breathe the fragrance of rape flowers. I want to swim and play with fish in the enthusiasm of summer. I want to run and dance with kites in autumn. I want to melt and feel the warm embrace in the purity of winter.

There are no four seasons in the Philippines. Although this mountain city is like spring all the year round, you can always wear only a T-shirt and a coat in the rainy season. Every day is like yesterday, and I still miss the four distinct seasons in my hometown. Feel the different charms of spring, summer, autumn and winter and look forward to tomorrow; I am deeply attached to yesterday! How do you know that a warm summer is beautiful without experiencing severe winter?

Although it is early spring, there is still a light snow in my hometown. On the phone, my mother said that the wind was still biting. The steel city in winter is the most distinctive. 1. Deciduous trees are washed in winter, and they are as proud as silhouettes in the afterglow of sunset. Wugang people living in the mountains began to pick up dry branches to keep warm in winter, or roast sweet potatoes and pheasants in the yard. In short, playing with fire is the hottest game for children in winter. Since the first snow, the expectation of heavy snow is getting stronger and stronger. Old people always talk about what the snow was like in the past winter. Yes, the snow in my hometown was more than a foot thick last year, and the whole world was wrapped in silver. It's really beautiful. At 6 o'clock in the morning, I made an appointment with my film friends to shoot snow scenes. The rime in the lampstand scenic spot is unique. When we walked into the gate, there were not a single footprint. This virgin land is waiting for us to reclaim it. A mountain, a stone, a road and a pavilion on the lampstand are all covered with new clothes. The color and composition between black and white can be drawn from all angles without framing. There is a child among a group of movie friends who looks like a teenager. After being honest for a while, he had a snowball fight with us. We are no match for children. We must protect the camera and avoid snowballs. Let's just put down our equipment and start playing with children. A group of older children play better than children. When you are crazy and tired, you lie in the snow, embraced by pure white and surrounded by mountains. It's beautiful and enjoyable. Let's make a snowman before the children rest. Ok, let's go and let the snowman wait in this beautiful scenery.

Baguio has a specially decorated Christmas town, which is a paradise for children every year. My friend invited me to shoot, and I'm looking forward to it. I was surprised to see a piece of plain white in the distance. When I got closer, I realized that it was fake snow dancing. Friends saw the fake snowman made in town and the artificial snow floating in the sky, and took pictures excitedly. I couldn't help laughing and pretending to celebrate with them. Yes, I have never felt the real snow, and they can't understand my mood anyway. I said go to my hometown in winter to let you know what snowflakes are and how to make a snowman. Looking at the artificial world of ice and snow, I especially miss the winter in my hometown.

Before the cold of winter recedes, spring quietly emerges from the southern slope of the mountain. First, the grass tried to drill out its head, and sporadic green spots dyed the forest. Then the ice on the lake melted and the spring rippled. Spring climbs up the tree little by little, and a bud suddenly appears on the weeping willow, so spring comes. People are also breathing the breath of spring and the fragrance of grass, chasing her. Oh, spring is coming. I can't wait to stretch my muscles, follow her footsteps and see her footprints. Winter jasmine is yellow, peach blossom powder is white, pear is white, and then rape. On the hillside, like an unfolded curtain, nothing is the same. Walking on the winding mountain road, the branches are light green, the wheat field is green, the hillside is dark green, the grass is green, and there is a little changeable green under the light. I really can't describe it in words. You must walk through the spring of Steel City by yourself. Just a glance, the song of spring is fixed in your mind like a picture scroll for a lifetime. Villagers along the river at the foot of the mountain also began to scrub by the river, rolling up their sleeves, showing their feet, holding wooden sticks, splashing the cheerful calls of birds and the laughter of their companions. At this time, the fragrance of Sophora japonica came to the nose, and the whole steel city was in the fragrance of Sophora japonica in My Sweetie. The Sophora Flower Festival in Erlang Mountain will attract people from Fiona Fang Baili to breathe the oxygen of nature and feel the delicious Sophora flower. Farmhouses in the mountains have also begun to be lively. Even if it is not a weekend or holiday, people who like to eat game come to the villa from the city to stew pheasant with mushrooms, wild pork, steamed stuffed buns with Sophora japonica, scrambled eggs in cages, crucian carp noodles and steamed buns. Go for an outing after a big meal. Every inch of land in Steel City is worth measuring with your feet.

People always say that the spring night is short, and the spring in Steel City seems shorter. Before she could embrace spring, she quietly went to the north, and the first cicada chirped, and summer came. Unconsciously, the Woods in the back hill have turned into thick green, the girls in the street have also changed into long skirts, there are more people swimming on the beach by the lake, there are more tents by the river in the mountains, and the barbecue has begun. I am most looking forward to going to the river to touch crabs in summer, just like treasure hunting. Watching fat crabs fill bamboo baskets seems to smell crabs. After catching fish and shrimp, they set up a barbecue grill and tied a hammock in the Woods by the river. Men began to prepare delicious food, and women played with children, picking stones, picking wild flowers, looking for leaves, or taking off their shoes to play in the river. Summer is a paradise for children, and rivers are children's companions. It doesn't matter when the aroma of the first kebab stimulates your taste buds and you start eating meat and drinking. There may be groups of people guessing boxing and playing poker next to them, as if the people in this forest are a big family, enjoying the beauty of summer together.

In summer, ten thousand mu of ecological lotus pond in Ruixiang animal husbandry is enough for you to linger. Painters, poets and photographers are frequent visitors here. Every lotus flower has a different charm from every angle, charming, pure and enchanting. Finally, we take pollution-free fruits and vegetables home. In summer, it is full of gifts for us. I dare not go out in summer in the Philippines. Otherwise, how could the sun brown Filipinos? Baguio can go out without air conditioning in summer, but the straightforward heat can only be used at night.

When the maple leaves turn from green to red, the treetops seem a little yellow. When cleaning the yard in the morning, Ginkgo biloba leaves did not know when to put on its unique posture, like handfuls of small fans that were put on hold and forgotten by time. This is really important. I couldn't bear to clean them, so I made a pot of green tea and waited for the sun to rise in this slightly cool morning. The sun is still warm, but the cornfield has turned yellow, and the fat corn cob is waiting for harvest with its mouth open. At this time, there are more people carrying sacks in the mountains. Jiutouya, Wufeng Mountain, or unknown hills, chestnuts, hawthorn, persimmons, wild grapes, Zizyphus jujuba, hawthorn and apples can be squeezed and transported when they are ripe, and each time they enter the mountains, they will have different gains. At this time, my father will make an appointment with an old friend to pick pecans in the mountains and come back to punch strings. A year later, it was as warm as agate. I love wine brewed from wild grapes in my hometown. The unique taste makes foreign tourists try their best to take some away. Baguio's friend's wine is out of reach. There are also wild vegetables, which are also the business cards of Steel City, and have become commodities exported to the world in the hands of industrious Steel City. The roadside in the mountain village is full of forest shelves, fungus, mushrooms and oyster mushrooms. The children of these big trees have become our delicacies. Autumn is happy and busy, and the most leisurely thing is the wild chrysanthemums all over the mountains, blooming quietly and waiting for autumn. I have been recalling the nap when my friend and I went back to her grandmother's house and put a chrysanthemum pillow on the old man's bed. Later, I asked my friend to make a chrysanthemum pillow, but I couldn't find the chrysanthemum fragrance in that afternoon dream.

When a string of corn hangs on the eaves, when farmers start plowing and sowing, autumn is harvest and full of hope. When the fallen leaves cover the mountain path, when another group of children step into the school gate with schoolbags on their backs, autumn is so full and protects the people in the small town. Such a quiet and happy life in a small town will always be beautiful!

The Philippines in the middle of the night is still a little cold. I got up and put on my coat, imagining the autumn in my hometown and looking at the bright moon overhead. Tomorrow, will a yellow leaf fall on the windowsill? I want to pick it up and put it in the book, and miss the autumn in the town. ...