There are no high mountains near my home, just some ordinary fields with evergreen vegetables and many osmanthus flowers planted in recent years. When I had nothing to do, I would take a short walk after dinner or, on weekends, walk to the road in the next village. Many people in the village have dug a pond, the edge of the orange, osmanthus, mulberry, reflected in the water, wave ping shadow static, a walk to the ridge high, clothes poured into the cool wind. Ancient people like to climb high and look far away. Perhaps the distance always gives people hope, such as thinking and wishing. What I remember most is that in autumn, after the rice was collected, there were only piles left in the field. The water was shallow. When I stood on high, my vision was much wider than usual. The red polygonum on the ridge of the field grew in patches. When it grew too high, it hung down and reached the surface of the water.

Most of the families are built on the mountain, the back of the house against the mountain, the front of the house against the field, scattered and scattered, very far meaning. The persimmons at the base of the old house had been picked clean, and there was not a single persimmon left on the trees. The people in the yard were drying baskets of yellow chrysanthemums, which they had picked from the nearby hills. The man with a back of firewood in the wall of the mountain to rest, the woman in the field to pick mulberry leaves, mulberry leaves after the soup to the cold children to drink, can clear heat, sweat. Gardenia xie, bearing red fruit, can soak wine, color, but also medicine, every family door are planted a few strains. In my hometown, it is very rare to see a family without southern bamboo in front of the house. Even if there is no forest, a few or two trees are necessary. The bamboo forests are still verdant in autumn and winter, making the fields look less desolate. When the sun is shining, the forest looks very transparent, under the foot is the accumulation of years of bamboo leaves, and beside the growth of large ferns, moist. If the sky is cloudy, it looks a little depressed, can not breathe, not a single star can fall down.

There are no high mountains near my home, just some ordinary fields with evergreen vegetables and many osmanthus flowers planted in recent years. When I had nothing to do, I would take a short walk after dinner or, on weekends, walk to the road in the next village. Many people in the village have dug a pond, the edge of the orange, osmanthus, mulberry, reflected in the water, wave ping shadow static, a walk to the ridge high, clothes poured into the cool wind. Ancient people like to climb high and look far away. Perhaps the distance always gives people hope, such as thinking and wishing. What I remember most is that in autumn, after the rice was collected, there were only piles left in the field. The water was shallow. When I stood on high, my vision was much wider than usual. The red polygonum on the ridge of the field grew in patches. When it grew too high, it hung down and reached the surface of the water.

Most of the families are built on the mountain, the back of the house against the mountain, the front of the house against the field, scattered and scattered, very far meaning. The persimmons at the base of the old house had been picked clean, and there was not a single persimmon left on the trees. The people in the yard were drying baskets of yellow chrysanthemums, which they had picked from the nearby hills. The man with a back of firewood in the wall of the mountain to rest, the woman in the field to pick mulberry leaves, mulberry leaves after the soup to the cold children to drink, can clear heat, sweat. Gardenia xie, bearing red fruit, can soak wine, color, but also medicine, every family door are planted a few strains. In my hometown, it is very rare to see a family without southern bamboo in front of the house. Even if there is no forest, a few or two trees are necessary. The bamboo forests are still verdant in autumn and winter, making the fields look less desolate. When the sun is shining, the forest looks very transparent, under the foot is the accumulation of years of bamboo leaves, and beside the growth of large ferns, moist. If the sky is cloudy, it looks a little depressed, can not breathe, not a single star can fall down.