Crossing the Star Bamboo Sea in Xianning, passing through a flat field and a sloping field with golden rape blossoms, we drove into the border of Suiyang, our hometown.

this subtropical climate, coupled with the warm spring breeze that entered the south of the Yangtze River wantonly, and the moist water from the land lake and a clear stream, has pushed open the wild cherry blossoms in my hometown, including some wild flowers that are not famous, which are everywhere colorful and colorful.

One day in beginning of spring, the water heating is three points. Every year after beginning of spring, the Yangshan Mountain becomes clear and moist. The water in ponds and reservoirs gradually warmed up, and some ducks waved clear waves and shouted "honk, honk, honk" and played on the blue waves. When it rains, the temperature in the mountains continues to rise, and the snow and ice covering the jungle and the ridge of the peaks such as Tiger Rock, Poplar Forest, Suiyang Mountain and Gexian Mountain begin to melt gradually, and some precipitation also increases obviously. As the agricultural proverb goes, "Rain and rain make crops good, and Koharu, Da Chun is a treasure." People in the mountains depend on the sky for food. They used to slash and burn, but they still lack food every year. Therefore, mountain people have an innate sense of crisis. As a result, people became particularly hardworking. When the rain came, their parents repaired farm tools and polished the ploughshare that had been shelved for a winter. Dai Li, sipping cows in the oblique wind and drizzle, plowed in the desert paddy field. After the Qingming Festival, Qing Di loved the world more, and everything in the mountains became very bright. Such as the tide of spring flood wrapped in warm breath, from all directions, dyed the mountain flowers red and the bamboo sea green. Bamboo shoots kept arching upward in the dreary underground, and finally at the dawn of a bird, they broke through the soil in the bright bamboo forest in the morning light, and tender and hairy bamboo shoots emerged, listening to the wind and birds' voices from nature. There are flowers and trees everywhere on the earth, and the prosperity of life is realized in silence. In every family's vegetable garden, peach trees are pink, pear trees are white, red as clouds and white as snowflakes. Strive for novelty and beauty, and compete for openness. The wild cherry blossoms in Tiger Rock and Gexian Mountain are vigorous and boundless in villages, in the wild and in the mountains, or in red or white flowers. It attracted some city people to drive into the mountains, recite poems and take photos. The latter stretches his muscles, breathes pure and fresh oxygen, puts aside the complicated things in life and becomes a fairy in the mountains happily.

Spring still lingers in Shan Ye, and the footsteps of summer have come quietly. As soon as the tung tree flower withered, the mountain people repeated the busiest farming year after year. When the wheat is harvested, the wheat is harvested, and when the rice is transplanted, all farming changes with the seasons. In Suiyang Tiger Rock, the most poetic thing in farming is that at the turn of spring and summer, you can see thousands of rice flowers undulating with the wind in criss-crossing fields. I remember when I was a child, I often crossed that paddy field to go to school and walked on the ridge of the field. The vast rice flowers rising with the wind carried a kind of fragrance of earth, which wrapped us in picturesque rural scenery paintings, making people feel the warmth and poetry of life.

The soil in my hometown has nurtured us, which, in the words of my parents, means relying on mountains to eat. The mountains that follow the sun are very generous, and almost all the people in the mountains eat and wear from the mountains. Isn't it? After the Grain Rain season, the new bamboo shoots in the mountains and plains have fallen off their shells, and they are * * *, and they are straight into the sky. Mountain people dig up the immature bamboo shoots with hoes, peel off the bamboo shoots, cook them in the cauldron of the earthen stove, dry them in the sun, and finally serve them on the table of the city people. Mountain people cut down bamboo from the mountain, and some of them are sold to vendors to make all kinds of bamboo handicrafts; Some of them hired craftsmen to make agricultural tools such as laundry baskets, earth mats, dustpans and rice screens. The mountain also produces some natural ingredients such as wild mushrooms, auricularia auricula and lilies, as well as wild fruits such as grapes, cherries, Schisandra chinensis, hairy chestnuts, pointed hairy chestnuts and chestnuts. Those who go deep into the mountains can have a good meal.

There are four seasons in one mountain, and different days in ten miles. In summer, in Suiyang Mountain area, different geographical locations have different climatic conditions, and mountains are sometimes different. For example, swimming in the blue sea of bamboo, although there is no huge flower of red azaleas everywhere in spring, it is a rare coolness. When we were young, we used to go to the top of the mountain, in a place called Ying Huang Cliff, where meandering water flowed all year round. Standing on the cliff and looking around, there is an endless green hill in the distance, and a waist-deep bract grass in the vicinity fluctuates under the wind. Some cattle grazing in the mountains are flickering in the grass, which has the flavor of "the sky is grey and the wild is vast, and the wind blows the grass and the cattle and sheep are low" in the folk song Chile Song of the Northern Dynasty. In this natural environment, there is absolutely no heat wave outside the mountain.

Walking in the green Woods or mountain paths, there are insects and some birds everywhere. The cicadas singing all over the mountains and trees add a bit of poetry to the countryside in the afterglow of the setting sun. There are also some grass ponds where frogs sound like drums everywhere, and some wild flowers in the mountains bloom quietly, enthusiastically and overwhelmingly. In midsummer, the sun is very strong, and the heat waves are everywhere in the countryside. My folks are standing in the scorching sun, tending crops, weeding rice, straightening out wild sweet potato vines and removing idle flowers and weeds. Smile on his face from time to time. Although they are sweating like a pig, their faces are cheerful, and their working figures are particularly vivid in the sun. It is a beautiful scenic line in the countryside.

Summer nights in the mountains are particularly charming, and the stars and the moon are always bright. I remember when I was a child, when summer came every year, the happiest thing was to lie on the bamboo bed in the courtyard of my old house at night and look at the starry sky and listen to the old people telling stories about the past, such as cowherd and weaver girl. Sometimes it's very pleasant to run to the pond at the entrance of the village, play hide-and-seek and chicken fighting with some friends, and catch fireflies with glass bottles.

Autumn colors in my hometown are rich and bright. Every year after beginning of autumn, the high sky in my hometown disappears the endless changes of white clouds and pale dogs. The autumn water is long, the sky is very blue, clear and transparent, and the sunshine has become very soft. Walking in the countryside, Yuan Ye deeply felt the breath of the fields, where villagers were busy harvesting rice and beans. In the ancient village with blue bricks and tiles, in every autumn, you will see such a scene: Huang Cancan's rice is always dried on the grain field, golden corn is hung on the woodpile, red pepper is dried in the dustpan in the open space, green radishes and vegetables are planted in some small vegetable gardens around the village, and red leaves dance on the towering mountains, and several ginkgo trees around the village go straight into the sky. With the autumn wind, the trees have yellow leaves. This freehand painting is made of many kinds of TINT, and its color is dreamlike. It is said that the ancients were sad about autumn, and I believe that when they saw these colors and this scene, those literati must have no reason to be sad about autumn. With these bright colors, they will be able to write music as beautiful as Mozart and draw amazing paintings as Zhang Daqian.

winter in my hometown is quiet. Every year, the villagers really enter the slack season after storing the grain in the warehouse. Men go into the mountains to cut down bamboo and wood, or do odd jobs in small towns in exchange for the children's tuition in the coming year. Women are not idle, raising pigs and feeding dogs, mending seams and running their own lives. In order to enrich the festival, they took the sweet potato out of the cellar, washed it, filtered the potato residue and made it into potato powder that everyone loved. Make sweet potatoes into sweet potato slices and sweet potato cakes, which become children's usual snacks. The Chinese New Year is coming, and the clever women marinate fresh pork into yellow and bright bacon to entertain their relatives and friends. These delicious foods on the tip of the tongue from the mountains are fat but not greasy, fragrant and beneficial, and loaded with strong nostalgia.

winter in my hometown belongs to snow. After beginning of winter, the heavy snow always comes unexpectedly, and the ten thousand mu of bamboo sea in the sunshine turns white overnight. Snow makes emotions fly, and snow makes blood boil. Therefore, the restless men in the mountains shouldered shotguns, soil spears, shouted hounds and went hunting in the mountains. Occasionally, one or two shots rang out in the mountains, and the silver branches covered with snowflakes and the snowflakes on the bent bamboo fell down ... With the barking of hounds, the men carried wild boar, wild muntjac and other prey on their shoulders. The village suddenly boiled up. Near the end of the year, the old house covered with snow always has red couplets and red lanterns hanging on the lintel, forming a peaceful picture. The countryside in the snow season is very quiet, and sometimes there are dense gongs and drums, which is the local opera in the slack season. Snowflakes are flying, violins are ringing, and on the stage of my old house, a group of actors with thick makeup and costumes are singing on the stage. The operas in my hometown make the rural days particularly vivid, peaceful and festive.