High-quality Prose in Dream Hometown

my hometown is in Jiangnan. When I was a child, whenever my parents talked about my hometown with a strong local accent, I always listened quietly. So, the hometown with beautiful mountains and clear waters is in my dream.

I went back to my hometown for the first time when I was eighteen. There are beautiful villages scattered among the green mountains and clear waters. The houses in my hometown are all two-story buildings with white walls and tiles. From a distance, they look like exquisite ink paintings. There is no courtyard between houses, just a certain distance apart, so there are wide and narrow alleys. The pavement of the alley is all paved with pieces of large and small bluestone slabs. Perhaps it has been paved for a long time, and every slate has been polished as smooth as jade.

Grandma's family lives in a typical village which is surrounded by mountains and waters. Behind the village are rolling mountains, and in front of it is a big lake with a vast wave of smoke, which can't see the other side. The lake is clear and clear, and one of my favorite things to do is to walk to the lake with two bamboo greens filled with rice and vegetables respectively in the morning. At this time, there was a veil-like mist floating on the lake. I dipped the bamboo blue into the lake, shook it gently, and then raised it to the surface, and repeated it several times. The rice in the basket will become white and crystal clear, the water bamboo will become white and fat, and the rapeseed will become emerald green.

In addition to lakes, there are many rivers in my hometown, and there are naturally many rivers and bridges, perhaps to save materials or make it easy to build. Most of the bridges in my hometown are built in narrow areas of the river, so most of the bridges in my hometown are small. If the bridgehead is a willow, the whole bridge will be hidden in the shade. If the bridgehead is a plum, the whole bridge deck will be among the swaying flowers. Because the bridge is built to find a narrow part of the river, the road in my hometown is circuitous. Out of grandma's village, you can see grandma's village head from a distance, but when you walk, you will not see grandma's shadow, and the road will become long. I remember a visit to my grandmother's house. I noticed that there were eleven bridges, big and small, from her home to her home.

Grandma lives in a quiet mountain, surrounded by mountains on three sides. A shallow river flows slowly from the village, and a cool stream flows into the river on the mountain. My favorite place to go is a peach garden by the stream. A soft wind blows, and the petals on the tree fall into the water like peach blossoms, which reminds me of my favorite folk music "Peach Blossom Flowing Water". This wonderful piece of music once made me have endless reverie, and the gentle and pleasant zither sound made me see the cheerful flow of the stream, and then the melodious flute sound made me think. It was clearly a dance melody. Was it a woman dancing by the stream? Only when you really sit in the peach garden by the stream can you know that the dancing flowers are falling one after another. When each petal and flower leaves the branch, it will draw all kinds of beautiful arcs in the air, such as dancing spring girls jumping into the water happily. Therefore, this wonderful music is interpreted incisively and vividly in this peach garden by the stream.

My hometown is located in the eastern coastal area, where the land is small and the population is dense. Spring comes early and winter comes late. Perhaps it is this natural condition that has created the industrious nature of people there. They have to sow and harvest twice a year, and the slack time is very short, but the villagers will also use the short slack time to work in the city or do some seasonal business. The essence of hard work makes people in their hometown live a rich life. Because there are many people and few land, people in their hometown have developed the habit of intensive cultivation. When you walk into the fields of their hometown, you will see neatly trimmed ridges, fine and orderly growth of seedlings, without a weed, and every ditch and ridge is carefully planted with suitable crops. Once I climbed a higher mountain top and looked down at my hometown, the field was like a huge green plaid cloth, covering the land of my hometown, and the winding river was like a silver belt floating around the field.

At the end of my trip to my hometown, it coincides with the rainy season in the south of the Yangtze River. The rain in the south of the Yangtze River is as warm and slender as the women in the south of the Yangtze River. Thin light rain is like fog and smoke, filled in the air and floating lightly in the wind. The whole hometown is shrouded in misty rain. The distant village is like a manuscript of ink painting, without a clear outline. It is somewhat quaint and carefree in the breeze and drizzle. The nearby bamboo forest is painted with a shade of green for the gray rain curtain, and only a blue-gray silhouette is left behind the green undulating mountains. Whose window blew a bamboo flute, which was melodious and tactfully lingering with the breeze and drizzle. I hold up a small flower umbrella and walk in the alley of my hometown in accordance with the rain rhyme all over the sky, thinking of Dai Wangshu's romantic poem "Rain Lane". "Holding an oil-paper umbrella, I wander alone in a long, long and lonely rain lane. I hope to meet a girl who is as sad as a lilac. She has the same color and fragrance as cloves ... ".

My 18-year-old trip to my hometown ended at the beginning of this long rainy season. I have been to my hometown twice since I joined the work, but I just visited my relatives and friends in a hurry and failed to appreciate it carefully. Now I haven't been close to my hometown for more than ten years, and I only have some understanding of the changes in my hometown for more than ten years from my brother's letter. My brother, who works in the south, occasionally goes to stay in his hometown. In a letter as beautiful as prose, my brother describes the more beautiful environment in his hometown and the richer life of the villagers. He also specifically mentions the great lake in front of grandma's village, which is now a famous scenic spot in the province, with both "the scenery of Xizi and the verve of Taihu Lake" attracting many Chinese and foreign tourists. After reading, my hometown is in my dream again.