1. A 600-word essay on Pi Du Ji It was a cool and pleasant day in the village of my hometown.

I took advantage of the subtropical monsoon to avoid the sultry weather in the county town, and grew from a five-year-old child to a ten-year-old girl, and my hometown is the place where all my attachments rest.

The slightly chilling wind in the fields in winter, the trickling stream and pink and white peach blossoms in spring, the red or white lotus flowers in the lotus pond in summer, the patches of golden rice in autumn... laughter echoed in that small dam,

There is no prosperity of the city and no desolation of the mountains.

My childhood was probably like this, with no regrets or unhappiness, just my figure running freely in the rice waves, lotus ponds, flowers and trees, and in the wilderness. I have been thinking, what can make me so attached to it?

Is it a lotus?

Is it a peach tree?

Is it rice?

Or is it the endless fields?

Lotus - When I was a child, my favorite thing to do was to go boating to the lotus pond with my friends to pick lotus pods and lotus leaves - the former was to satisfy my greed, and the latter was for the girl's favorite thing - beauty.

We used big clam shells to cut the lotus pods from the stems like sawing wood, and then rushed to peel the lotus seeds.

It’s funny now when we think about how we used to be hungry tigers pouncing on food, but at the time it was fun for us.

"The man who picked lotus pods in the lotus pond picked the lotus pods for his sisters to eat. The sisters were not satisfied with the taste, so they went into the water to collect lotus pods..." This is a song we often sang when we were picking lotus pods, but now I have almost forgotten it.

, maybe because I have grown up and no longer sing those "children's" things.

But when I have nothing to do, I will still string the words together and hum to the tune, thinking about how we picked lotus pods and how we enjoyed it so much. That feeling is gone now.

"Hahaha... Beibei, you're not good at singing!" Huanhuan laughed and rapped Beibei.

Beibei curled up her little mouth and said, "Humph! What a fool you are, you can't sing and you still blame me!" Beibei retorted in our dialect.

After hearing Beibei's playful answer, we, including Beibei, burst out laughing.

When I looked up, I saw dozens of pink lotus flowers standing in the lotus pond.

"Look everyone, there are so many pink lotus flowers!" Xiangli shouted happily.

Beibei said half-jokingly: "It must have been dyed red by our laughter." "Nonsense!" Except for me, all the friends laughed at Beibei.

But I said silently that it was dyed red by our laughter, and our red cheeks were infected with lotus flowers!

Talking about lotus leaves, they are nothing more than those big round leaves. We often pick some palm leaves, twist them into hemp ropes, tie them on thin branches and insert the picked lotus leaves to make very cute clothes.

Among them, the clothes made by Xiangli are the best. They are not only commendable for their innovative spirit, but also beautiful and thick.

However, our parents did not accept these "rustic" clothes, so we had to "destroy" the lotus leaf clothes before going home.

"Mouse, bring me a branch." "What are you doing with that? Just use bamboo!" "Yes! Look how happy I am..." "Don't open your head, haha..." "You damn thing

Mouse! "Elm tree - there is a big elm tree at the entrance of the village. The crown of the tree is so huge that nine children of about 8 years old can hug the trunk.

I heard from adults that this old elm tree has a life span of hundreds of years.

I looked at the cross-sections of some cut branches and found that the growth rings were vaguely visible.

Is this a trace left by reincarnation?

I just remember that a few of us kids have been challenging this old elm tree since we were very young, always hoping to climb to the top of the tree to have a panoramic view of the countryside - I forgot to mention that the old elm tree is already more than 30 meters high.

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Therefore, the top of the tree often records our expectations, hoping that one day we can climb there to take a look at the village where we grew up, see if there are wild owls swimming in the pond to the north of the village, and see if the lotus flowers in the lotus pond are blooming enough.

Wang, which family offered incense today, and who was doing what there... At that time, the old elm tree was undoubtedly on the same level as today's astronomical telescopes in our eyes.

In spring, the old elm trees sprout bright green buds, bursting with life.

We looked up curiously under the tree, and even wanted to jump up and pick off the buds to play with.

At that time, only our eldest brother Zhiyuan could reach the shortest branches. He always broke branches for us to play with.

We waved the twigs, pinched off the buds and mashed them for fun.

In summer, looking from a distance, the old elm tree seems to be a huge green umbrella covering the entrance of the village, despite the heavy rain and scorching sun in summer.

We played happily under the shade created by the old elm trees, the eagle caught the chicks, three words... Laughter echoed in the clear sky, the summer breeze blew the elm leaves colliding with the rustling summer song, just like the old elm trees.

The elm trees are also happy for our happiness.

In autumn, when the elm leaves turn yellow, we step on the carpet of elm leaves, roll around, and catch bugs.

We often use dead leaves to make leaf models. We hold the leaf models and run in the bleak autumn wind, which is still very happy.

In winter, only the bare branches of the old elm trees are left, standing upright in the cold wind. Although there are occasionally some crows chirping above, the cries are much inferior to the calls of magpies in spring.

We didn't care about this, we still gathered around the old elm tree and used dead branches to make a fire and eat "barbecue".