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Oh, here's a Green River?? the yarn account with vines, almond? to move his hand sights, like a lost Bunny. At this time, there was an old lady. This is your aunt Granny, live here. The mother said. I immediately recover the eyes, the aunt Granny's who browse with. Aunt Granny medium build, wearing a black dress, belted a wrapping legs, behind has a black polished bun. I stare at her, she had to tiptoe feet came up, hold my hand, and led me and my mother walked toward her home. Aunt Granny's House in seven Southern a small alley, separate a court yard, the pattern looks like quadrangle of Mulberry stem River, just not too gauge is, premises or short, due to lack of brick, the less the kind of Hebei farmhouse old, elegant, but it is my family arrived seven accommodation places. Began, we and aunt Granny a family in a House, and soon had her Granny a Chai room free, clean, spare the Kang, base the pot, the mother house painted inside and out, we live in. At this point, a talent is completely settled. Our "new house" a very small space, you can use up to eight or nine square meters. Just-painted walls, and roof were smoked too black qujude yo-Rafter, stack child was in sharp contrast. There is no ceiling on the roof, made of wire with willow stack child naked, gap, from time to time there are worms or anything else to fall. But anyway, we finally have their own home. And aunt Granny's House the House together, is the same with yellow mud build yard, according to the owner's last name, each with its own name. Every yard, some have lived seven or eight families, typically contain the flat for the missing here. The yard was caught in the squeeze just get together, or a less than 500 metres of the lane. The narrow road, excluded from the teeth of walls, decorated like an ingenuous deep carers. Obviously, this is a street. ����ס�Ĺ����Ѽҵ�Ժ�ӣ�Ҳ��һ������Ժ�� Live in the courtyard of the House of household food company butcher, wood industry and social work, working in the Department, West room lived a male actor, East Room lived old revolutionary war, my father is Hua yarn company a small staff. But as the landlord's aunt Grandpa, a suburb of being on the farmers.The location of our House, is the westernmost of Magome. Housing block in front of the Palm-size space, daily clean water shed, trimmed, light naked. In the evening, a family of five people to squeeze in a little House to sleep on. Later, I have a brother, sister, little Kang fit again, father would in the pot on the platform for our travel shop, a few pieces of wood together with, as a bed that night, daytime, is like going from village to village of social drama desk, who lay up slightly on the "move" and "GA GA cheep cheep" rang, I and sisters sleep on the plank, sometimes a wink, he flew into a nightmare. Originally used for the Elimination of fatigue life, became our burden. Then, the desire to sleep on the Kang snowfall has become my and sisters of wishful thinking. Afflictions, a supper, crept from each of the children, large and small, to join together in the yard, in the four corners of the skies have huntianheidi, crying, satirical tone of the entire yard where are quarrelling. Busy for the powers of the head of the mothers, hear the sound of crying children are too lazy to go to the tube. Because they are already accustomed to this kind of make up of Slacker, what still do something. At night, playing tired of boys, back to their quiet overnight, second day, business as usual huntianheidi. I've timid, shy, do not want to tie the heap and the children. Want to play when mother's apron, long a sheaf of the Beatles, judging a yard a secluded alone in the corner, left long-sleeved, garrulous step, show a unaccompanied "one-man show". You can only play on a hurried unloading a pack, go to the House, because his mother has a lot of work waiting for me to do this. Washing clothes, cooking, carrying water, buy m to buy vegetables, or to the ground floor in search of wild herbs, planing, drilling, as long as the Chinese Yam can work, not one thing. Therefore, you cannot play too long. I have the responsibility of, is probably the cultivation from that time. Unfamiliar streets and lanes, new home, contain, without the accompaniment of the "one-man show"; the second home of the original, so firmly in my memory. ���ڹ��磬����������Ƕγ�����Ѻͻ��ֵ�ѧϰ�� In my 9 years old, his father to take me to the second one was called the "primary" school, name "-Jane", a name is Wang Lin of women teachers, this is what I learn career start. Second primary block north to South, the campus is not large, the East wall next to my house in the Western Wall, a door, a few minutes walk into the school gate. Wang complexion, gentle, smile, white teeth on them. Her teaching is very carefully, especially the Chinese pinyin, has a unique set of methods. Until now, I look it up, play computer, the information that is very familiar with Chinese pinyin, and the first teacher has a lot to do. In my third grade, met a Chinese teacher, call the forest Shumei, Lin quiet, elegant, with a pair of glasses that speaks a clear course, see, in particular the students love to listen. So far, her crispy and sweet voice is also clearly in my mind. I was so fond of liberal arts, and eventually embarked on the road, and forest literature Shumei teacher do so special to her memory. Soon, due to the high grade, high grade early small no, I have to ping an elementary school. This school in the old streets of the West, from my home, approximately half is multi-channel, class teacher, Jat JAT Xinmin teacher in addition to serving as my head teacher, taught us in Chinese. One day free, Zhai teacher let us write the Bai Juyi's maitanweng, teacher assigned in a moment, I'll write out, but neat, clear, do not drop a Word, even the punctuation is also a good one. Zhai teacher at my job, showed satisfactory smile. To this, he is on a different occasion repeatedly praised me, this gave me great encouragement. ���Ҷ�Сѧ��ʱ�������ȫ���ּ��ġ� Every mother has to have finished harvesting of fields picking can be used to eat things that we have something to eat. But in most cases, the mother brought back is grey, sowthistle, chapon, dandelion, plantain, flat comb combing zhuzhu, River, etc and these edible wild plants. Therefore, I often go to school hungry. At that time, in addition to the mother, sisters and I was home in Tome dig vegetables of players. Every day after school, both on the shoulder, the hand shovels baskets, phase as out of the city. Wait until the ground after the cat at the waist, East, West, baffled look strongly at the wild caught. Dug vegetables, well, people eat; the rest, feed the pig. At that time, the mother of the southwest corner of the courtyard and set up on a pig, pig breeding per year. And other pigs grow, sell, pig can sell selling money mother with this selling money to supplement the family's life. Father is outside the town of a ditch broomcorn planted. Autumn harvest, broomcorn, IAre all very happy. I and my father pull up broomcorn tied up, preparing for the next day with wooden car la home. Behold, I and my father into the ground, broomcorn early to let others away. "Alas, no matter who took all the good that this year!" said the father. In this way, a family can only eat the rice grain and vegetable mixed, so-called food, mainly vegetables, little real vegetables. However, because the mother is doing fine, we taste or smell; in addition to their own people eating, often to the neighbours to send some taste. Except this time I will master, Hezekiah, complete the tasks entrusted to the mother, although run legs acid, but also cheerfulness; while the mother and the neighbours of the friendship that these bitter vegetable dumpling, ash vegetable dumplings firmly established. Then days though, but I'm learning very seriously and therefore has always been a good student in the class. In addition to learning, is the heart of happy and bright. Therefore, special to the memory of it. But soon this cheerful and bright as the past, replaced by a tense and difficult school life. My school is involved in secondary school, the school building in 1952, was one of the County's only a secondary school, located in the County's northeast corner, whole school located six under preparations, twelve junior classes, students, teachers, support staff of nearly a thousand people. The campus is very large, there are a lot of row classroom where I am 41 class in junior high school classrooms in the second row. The classroom is the Eastern capital of the East, supply school boarders and teachers to eat vegetables, it is this group in the production of, and at the same time, it is also our working class. The students take turns at the garden-park, weeding, fertilization, cutting food. Although tired, but there is also a harvest and taste. School of the North is a playground. I enrolled, the playground is expanding. Used for the construction of a playground of the land is just too funny of harvest. Beside high walls, built around a cave, it is the school where the pig. Extracurricular activities every day, we focus on the soft ground, with a crop of soil digging up a tray, place a basket, then land levelled, compaction. New extension of the playground like a circular threshing yard. Because it's in the back of campus, we call it the playground. The playground is made up of three parts: the just-right of the active platform, the runway and was originally a basketball court. Which circle is the platform of track and field, surrounded by a circle in the 400-metre-long runway, used as a loop track. Basketball Court are dual-purpose, playing basketball, doing up exercises. Spare time, we in the playground. By then, it will figure on the playground, at rootball rhythmic melody, C'mon, bent to kick as lanneret spread. Playground's northeast corner, a slice of apricot. A spring, then white apricot flowers, like a cloud-like in the eyes with the rich scent, continually attract travelers of the bee, Butterfly are; so, bee apricot butterflies, hastening Trilling, magpie Cha Cha, like a naochun figure. Story of teenage boys in flowers in and out of the woven Yunxia, kids like to play in the forest. Often someone holding a book in under recite apricot, mindful of the Russian word, reading novels. Bouquets, floating with the aroma of Litchi Honey "," Moonlight "poignant, the silhouette of warmth as well as the petrel" arrow-like passing through. Beautiful text with youth of rhythm, lead us to prepare the future. Daytime campus is full of joy, the night is a different picture. A dorm, North and South two pieces of Kang, concave in the Kang cave filled with straw, above the blanket, skin plates or cotton mat, a master of respectively shows family situation: honest, rich or poor. Sleep on a baking a dozen or more than 20 individuals, even turning all difficulties. The most waited it is winter, huge dormitory only a stoves, wall coating with a thick layer of ice, a clothes, the cold would have immediately around the body. Get up, mat and wall skin sticking together, a lot of trouble to tearing open legs cold and numbness. Someone eating dry fried noodles, suddenly "poof" look, shot by the way, full of quarters was laughed. Joy is given a different meaning. But this happiness soon as an "unprecedented revolution". At this point, I have a whole life in high school for three years, to listen to a dozen teacher's words, made more than 40 classmates alumni, you can now leave it. Otherwise, it is a kind of nostalgia and pain, more frustration and confusion. This is an evening in July, the charming glow, a hint to stacked up, as if the artist's classics, hanging in the West. Magnificent ridden campus, quiet and serene. Station in red words written in the "middle class" in the classroom and 41 in front of my mind rendered with a lot of memories of the complete process. Now I want to take with it, the glass through the window, you can clearly see my desk clean bright, yesterday, leave the classroom, I give it a final cosmetic, now it is clean and tidy and stand there, as if thinking of something. Suddenly, a scent drilling nostrils. Oh, that's slowly breeze comes in the Eastern capital. Looking up, finally, after the playground, soar past exclusion with the silhouette of the balance beam, vault, single parallel bars, now silently break there. Ear suddenly rang-mo "stop Cambridge" poem: "gently I go/as I gently to/I gently waving/rosy clouds ..." then the corner will have something to thermal heat. Is, in my mind forever engraved at the beautiful sunset, Fei yun-ridden rows of classroom, spacious playground, emerald-like vegetable ... It left me too much memory, too many hosts, my alma mater: an ordinary County middle school.r>��wbr>�뿪�̶���ѧ�Ժ�����ʽ��������� First of all accept my is a remote village �� are County big black sand village Willow Bay. My identity is: during the cultural revolution. There, I took off the body of students served, put on a farmer's clothing; past Grip Pen, set square, now holding up a hoe, Scythe; past tireless exploration from books, lessons, will now begin to discuss and learn from, and land. We plant the seeds in the spring, we are looking forward to the autumn matures. When wheat rolls, and folks drowning in wheat, double pedal with hot land, sweat drop a drop fell to Earth. At this point, only this time, really appreciate the Tang dynasty poet Li Shen of the hoe the Wo holds significance, "hoeing/sweat and soil/who knows spare lunch/noon they toil. "We survive another day, sowing, weeding, harvesting, threshing, from species to take, inputs are hard work and sweat. In the course of time, where everything-flowers, trees, grasshopper, country road, threshing, milling room ... Have kept my emotions. Until today, as soon as you hear the familiar with the accent of the mind as soon as a hot, then memory is surging up: the swarthy land, those shoulders always carrying agricultural tools, barefoot and farmers, the after the rain puddles edge sounds of the jungle, the rustling of the wind rushed to the threshing ground wheat fragrance, the school immersed in the twilight of harmony, shadowy figures in the night, shining star ... Although time is over decades, Willow Bay, but always in my heart. Then there is the prose in the engraved heart days "," call me back to my hometown Willow "," red heart ". I put on the second home of Miss turned into a beautiful text. �ڼ���������������Լ��ļҡ� This year, I got married. I wear a mother for an orchid shirt and blue artificial cotton trousers, together with love, from the County to my own home. Along the way, there are no flowers, no red carpet, no Hi car ... Only natural, simple and elegant. 20 Village Road, usual, natural, or a novel, a warm, sweet. The House is located in the country a only 19 families of small village. Not far from the village, there is a mountain, the shape is like a bullions, so called yuanbaoshan. The yard is a few clay House, a corner is yellow clay sheds, pigsty, sticking out from the corner of the beautiful pink morning glory, a latrine near dunzi green roof of Malian, k. humilis Pont flourishing Bo, shake, display with vigor and vitality of the countryside, then half a yard of bits, it lets people naturally and warm. In the face of difficulties, poverty, I used a weak shoulders, and husband together hold up the House. In the footsteps of my honorof fell in love in yuanbaoshan, broke and splashed in the frozen river; in the hard days, carrying his difficult, walked, won glory. Period, God gave me a best gift: a clever, beautiful, white as snow's daughter. Since then, it has left under yuanbaoshan I'm not old complex, which is bitter; now, it has a warm and pleasant with a deeply in my memory. ���˵����꣬�ɷ��ڹ����������������Ҫ�쵼��λ�� During his footprint tramped home every inch of land, the leading folks developed hundreds of acres of irrigated land, to the remote mountain village Tong electricity, many hills slope covered with green. Built in the suburbs of large scale greenhouse, greenhouse, are thus becoming famous vegetable market. Have been subjected to threats of the Western basin of Flash, now is the Green clumps, fundamentally eliminate the flooding. Many organizations and national large-scale enterprise enables horizontal integration, urban areas or rural areas are built in Terminal. Many poor families and children, orphans, are working. He is, what honor nor, should be of interest to others. WWII just never decline of homesickness. �ɷ�ص��سǵĵ������ͷ����Ҳ�����µ�County of a primary school teacher. Since then, the only end for a whole decade of country life. I do in my hometown, 18 years, I love affection in children, 18 years cultivating a number of students, I have not worked out, but my students leave me after many people entered College, also read the inquest, it makes me feel happy. Also I deeply feel that when a teacher is my life in the years long, most fragrant, most proud of, is also the most enriching, best of all time. In his hometown of those days, I fondly remembers not himself is my birthplace, this is the third ordinary brick structure, only 90 square meter warehouse. House, cement and gravel mixed with ground flat ground, dark grey in color with white spots, like the snow on the ground. Wood lattice window above a layer of cloth curtain. Please carpenters a few pieces of furniture painted Orange, have a natural warm. Two bedrooms, a more than a little. Old radiator, covered with a layer of white cloth cover child looks neat and beautiful,. The courtyard, on the South, there are a few small room, which holds some bundle life cannot be separated from the rest. East, planted two fruit tree, a tree is called the "123", one called "yellow,". There are a few fruit trees on the edge of dahlia, flowering from summer to autumn. Supplement to the West, and later planted cloves, Gill MUI, a friend sent a few shandan flowers. Summer vegetable green and flowers, the fruit ripening on the tree, the yard has a blaze, aroma overflowing. Most is the Moongate, Crescent Moon-like bend there, each time it will feel a warm and iron. Then, the husband is the highest of the County, in the former residence of the Chief received a lot of people, workers, farmers, officials, students, and baristas who come of ordinary people. He and cadre are touch knees talk, teach them how to do the work; to help poor children, let them go in the University; to design rich farmers, trying to give farmers a blueprint for a better life ... Former residence of the area, far and its mind; it is normal to have too many moving thing; it's simple, but full of generosity, care and love. It does not have a little more luxury, not a luxury, but elegant background, at any time to gradually form a thick atmosphere. At the same time, it is also my emotional sustenance. In the former residence, my two daughters, going out, fly to the distance. It contains two daughter's story, is the cradle of their growth. If that home influenced me as tall as the mountains, the sea as long as wide, heaven and Earth. Then, the former is an Ivy, flexible vine from the courtyard of the corner fell out, and the birthplace of silk curls, kink, haunted, gradually stretch into the distance. So leave it, often hear it affectionately call, that sounds call, filled with deep nostalgia. So, I had the old wall of prose, text of every word imbues my thoughts on it. ��wbr>�뿪�����Ժ�ÿ��������ڣ��Һ��ɷ�Ҫ�ع���ȥ�����ȥ�ij����ǡ� For the time being, the paper money in yuanbaoshan, clothing, paper, turn the thoughts of one black, circling over the grave, haunts. With paper money is hard dance, back bending mother-in-law has a full head of hair in my eyes. My mother-in-law had been lived a hard life, but the education the children no matter how difficult, are to make good reading and have a good life. The children did not live up to the mother of hope that, after a difficult struggle, all live a good life. But her father-in-law is what would it look like, but it cannot be said to. I have not seen her father-in-law. Just listen to her husband, her father-in-law not quite talkative, literacy, honest and sensible, like watching the classic novel. Whenever a man sitting in the same bed on a leg look book, son, sitting on the side and father reading a book. Therefore, the husband was very small, just read the romance "," the dream "," all men are brothers "," journey to the West ", which he later literature has laid a solid foundation. Stood in her in-laws of the Tomb, you can clearly see the distant yuanbaoshan and eyes that are not frozen river, to look a little further back, you can see the ruins of the former as similar. Oh, clever fathers, even for himself chose this piece of the grave: headrest yuanbaoshan, pedal not frozen river, Ascend, straining to see behind the eyes, the Quartet. Immortal soul, watch has dedicated over land. For decades, the family had dramatically changed, out of the cadres, writers, students, in the Imperial City of root-er, left the country. Trance, seemed to hear fathers to knew laughter. They are alive, not having enough to eat, do not enjoy, only know that hard-working, Thrifty. But to sons left a significant amount of wealth, this wealth is the Flash character. Parents during his lifetime dream, in the hands of his son became a reality. We've just had a look at your order at a later time. Grandma used to say.Now not just in order ? after coming back from the grave, we sat in the village a sister-in-law of heat on the same bed, to bring food in a very familiar Kang table, and the villagers Wai together, eating, drinking and chatting. Subsequently, the husband from his pocket and pulled out a pile of money to give thought to $ 100 per person, represents our mind. We came back from a trip is not easy, and old people see us one more difficult. They looked at her husband said, than the man is like a big government, whenever it is always good to people, or eat refined naked oats flour restaurant, no bite! is nice, since the end of shape, even the kind of thing than we know more, read this book didn't white! husband shouting smiling, he kept the Bowl garu food. Home heat, hometown ! Yes, too many complex, let me wherever you go, where to remember hometown Hill, home of the water, took home the virtue of simplicity, thick, down-to-Earth, living well every step of the way. ��wbr>��Ϊ���Ǻ�С��ʱ�������̶��ģ����ԶԾ�ʱ����̨������ģ�� Impression that city profile is small, but the thick walls as if telling of the story. At that time, I often pass through walls, at the South Gate of water Beach catching tadpoles, aquatic plants, to Simon Yang to cut outside the Malian, pick the Ma, to the East of the fields to dig vegetables, on the way home, my heart overflows with brilliance. From the ancient theater garden outgoing Shanxi operas singing and the mystery of the great temple green surface fangs God, seduced me curious eyes, let me return. Down the street, the Crown as large as the Poplar entrenched each leaf are out on a beautiful. Through Longsheng Street, you can definitely feel of a bustling little town, where merchants, shops such as wood, cotton, Department stores, hardware, Supplement, everything is complete; engraving, repair table shop, shop, bike sharing spikes, baskets, cages. From time to time have skillfully pick child clear rattle noise, affects children eager eyes. Sometimes I would go to dry goods shop, some tickets concurred a dime of money to buy a crispy guokui of, and then hid in a secluded place, sweet to eat. In his hometown of decades, refined naked oats flour restaurant and Yam and changed my previous eat corn melon body; SCHOTT North wind transform my Mulberry dry river soft voice; not frozen river water for my blood injected fresh grout, I was under the influence, has become a veritable who's who. Later, as the time went by, those walls gradually disappear, the city continues to expand. Now, a new type of seven town is heading to. Growing buildings, meeting into buildings, except for living, also hosts a variety of economic development projects. One main street, smooth, flat, bustling markets. New town, old town, unity, harmony, form an indivisible whole. Newcastle as people rushed to beautiful, old city let people Kiss. In the countryside, ravine corner set up cables, many villages on the car and train. "Self-propelled sprinkling circle" development with MU, a potato to autumn, octagonal, onion, sweet pepper, melon, small Apple filled with changyuan, then pour into the field. һ��ɰ����̶������������ǵ�����Ҳ��������Զ��λ���̶��˵����У����̵�Ԫ��ɽ���ഫ˵>����IJ�����һ·����wbr>�ɰ����̶���������wbr>������ʶ�ʵ��ջ�wbr>�߲�������Ķ���wbr>����ԭҰǧ����Ϲ�Ʈ���ϼ���wbr>��׵�ţ�̻����wbr>����������һ�����̵�Ԫ��ɽ���ഫ˵����IJ�����һ·����wbr>���յ���ó����֮���ĸﳱ������籡�����ת�����������߿պ�����ҹ�����wbr>��ҵ԰��һ��޻����緱������˺����̶��ɰ����̶���δ���ĵ�·Խ��Խ����������̶���һƬ���ҳ��˵�����������Զ�Ĺ��磡