May -- Thanksgiving season, carrying the heart filled with thoughts, to visit their parents, several mountain, a few process water, expecting eyes winding in the rugged mountain path. Along the way, chestnut floral smell floated, disperse the gas oil smell bad. Panoramic view of the verdant summer window: a piece of wood, bamboo, deeply shallow green, across the rapidly in the window. Both sides of the road full of tiny spots small yellow flowers, dazzling in the sun, like the summer flowers flowers under oath.
Hometown landscape always You Find let me infinite love, often recall the childhood and small partners to play the mountain. Spring mountain to pick wild strawberry, strawberry that mountain, looking far away a piece of bright red, not to have let us drool with envy. We ate, mining, a meal, pull a long tail to strawberry a grain together, then put the dog's tail grass knot, hung on the neck like a string of red necklace. On the way home always tempted, walk a few steps will take one, until the house remained a dog's tail grass.
The summer tree would be in the best of spirits of Yang Meigang white, the home, the father said: into the bowl, sprinkle a few grains of salt, a half hour before, not acid. Wait until the red bayberry matures, a tree covered with red and dark red bayberry, we Can't wait to climb the tree, sat in the tree pole slowly to enjoy those delicate delicious, until the teeth sour to down.
In autumn, the wind chill, the mountain is very enthusiastic, tree red leaves yellow leaves the mountains into grow more enchanting, we put those falling leaves to pick up beautiful clip in the book, after a few days to open a dry, is the book neatly, color is not so bright a, has a different aesthetic feeling, like a middle-aged woman, a mature and calm, skillful and elegant charm.
Home of the winter is very cold, but my mother every year in YouFind the summer for the we weave a good few sweaters, winter can wear. But due to cold, often still huddled. To a field until the snow with almost frozen vigor, because heart heat so don't feel cold. Make a snowman, snowball fights, eat, eat ice snow branches hang down. In the evening, packed in a bowl put sugar water, and then put a rope, wait until the second day, the bowl is a block of ice, a pull rope, the ice will pull up, Bing Bing, sweet. Even if the hand half frozen, frozen half tongue hemp, still love this homemade popsicles.
The wind blew a year after year, annual dust for soundless and stirless in canthus engraved a few silk fine lines. Childhood has fall further behind us, but deeply branded in my mind, do not know whether those partners will remember those fun.
The process of water flow in rivers and Mountains memories turn so fast and then slow, look at the time was near noon. The car to the entrance to the village, far far see mom and dad was at the door waiting for me. The stream winds, the car, saw Mom and dad head of white hair and increased, the heart can not help but filled with acid. Dad said that early in the morning to buy my favorite dishes, my mother said are cooked, as soon as I got home to eat. This touched my heart can not describe in words, only to feel the eyes moist. Home, always so warm, the world, the love of parents is the most selfless love, both on the outside hurt, parents' love is the best healing medicine, have parents place is Metro Ethernet paradise.
Human life may pass through many famous mountains and great rivers, but the hearts of the most beautiful scenery or the hometown landscape, because there are memories of childhood. Human life may stop in some city, but the favorite or the once rebellious when trying to escape from home, because there are my parents.