Tongcheng, where I was born and raised, is also a place I often go back to in my dreams. On Qingming Day, I will return to my hometown, go to that mountain and visit my mother.

When writing these two lines, tears can't stop flowing.

I always remember Tongcheng when I was a child, with blue bricks and green tiles, green trees and red walls, large tracts of rape flowers and gold in the suburbs and Huang Cancan. In an oily yellow sea of flowers, I once left a beautiful picture of my childhood. When I come home from school, my mother cooks. In my century-old alma mater, tongcheng middle school's campus is tree-lined. At noon, I can go to school early and sit in the library reading until the bell rings. My favorite is celery in my hometown. We call it "cress". Because it grows in water, it is particularly tender and crisp. My favorite is the small fish in celery field, called "barracuda". It looks like barracuda. This fish must have been dyed by the color of celery. At first glance, it looks like a small barracuda, about an inch long. The whole body is transparent, and the most beautiful thing is its scales. They are bright and shining green. Facing the light, it seems to glow with Xia Hong. In the evening, facing the sunset, my friends and I went barefoot to catch small barracuda in celery fields and played in waves. The water drops in the celery field wet my clothes and hair, so I thought about it. What a silly, silly, chattering little girl. The small fish caught are kept in wide-mouth jars. At that time, there were no beautiful glass fish tanks, which could be kept until late autumn. Now there are still fish in the house, mostly red and golden carp. Sometimes, compared with the herring in the celery field when I was a child, I love it, but I can't erase the little barracuda flying over the celery. The river in my hometown runs through the whole city. This is a long and narrow river. In summer, people like to wash clothes in the river, and children especially like to catch small fish and shrimp in the river. At that time, there were not so many new houses on both sides of the river, but the river was crystal clear, and the clear river brushed round pebbles, so I couldn't help reaching out and picking up a few to take home. The river has been flowing down from Longmian Mountain in the distance. Longmian Mountain, the most famous mountain in my hometown, is neither high nor big, but this land of geomantic omen has actually produced the prime ministers of the Zhang family in two dynasties. So my hometown is known as the Dragon City with mountains and water.

At that time, there was not much homework, and learning was not as tense as children now. In the evening, whenever my father is free, he will take me for a walk by the river. Those folk songs in my hometown were all told to me by my father at that time. Today, this scene is still vivid, as if it happened yesterday.

Tongcheng is good,

My mother is more worried,

An official's father came to visit,

Teach children that the past is not the present.

Night clothes mending lamp.

Tongcheng Hao

Blue apron and blue shirt

Poor women dress frugally.

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I think of an old grandmother I admired in my early years. She is over eighty years old, wearing reading glasses, sitting in front of the building, reading the thread-bound version of A Dream of Red Mansions from right to left. It's like a painting, and it will stay in my mind forever.

My hometown is beautiful, and some of its beauty has taken root in my bones, so that you will never forget it. After leaving my hometown for many years, homesickness and homesickness often blow like the wind and bathe me. It is also doomed that I can take root everywhere and face life calmly.

When I am old enough to know my fate, I will live a slow life, love flowers and plants, love poor craftsmanship and love the cooking of chefs. What I can't put it down is that I want to write some gossip all my life.