After so many goodbyes since I said goodbye to my hometown, I still feel a certain bitterness when I think of those days. Perhaps a lot of life can not be said, is "line line heavy line, and the king of parting", is the saint said that the dead like water, Xiao Ran ran, conscious of a grievance of acacia, but do not have to be to husband, to his wife. Parting is easy. Now, under this quiet mountain window, I have a trance to remember some past events, overlapping. After graduation, I went back to my hometown. One day to take a nap up, the day cleared up, the cicada cried very badly, the voice has been listening to for many years, generally from the early summer began, to the late autumn to rest down. There was a quiet family on the opposite hill. When I was young, I admired their grapes, as well as the plums and oranges on the hillside. Every year, there would be a lot of fruit. Their courtyard is very spacious, the family birthday can invite people to play an open-air movie, guests sit under the tree, watching and talking. It used to be a rarity, when you had to go somewhere else to watch TV. The newly picked plantain had dried off the earth and was hanging on the SLATE. The cat did not move, and the chicken occasionally crowed, which sounded like a stretched tune. Outside the window were the old trees and vines, and there was a slanting slope, which could not be seen in the distance, but I knew that there were stretches of fields, isolated homes, and the warm sunshine in their houses just like here, and there was freshly boiled water on the stove, and there was a miss sweetheart outside the door. When sleeping in the room or sister-in-law just married to decorate, there are white wardrobe, screws have loosened, some doors are not closed; There was an old air conditioner hanging on the concrete wall without paint. It had been installed for some time, but no one used it. The old man was reluctant to use electricity.

I lie on the bed, the ear seems to hear the whirring sound of the electric fan, eyes see the light if there is no, think it is the forest fell something, a closer look, but the shadow of the trees. Downstairs to see grandpa in peeling garlic, preparing night saozi noodles. Making the soup is a delicate job, with everything chopped up, including raw garlic, Sichuan peppercorns, ginger and spring Onions. I sat next to him and talked with him, knowing that his ears were no longer working. He asked me how many years I'd been out of school, and I said, four. I don't know if he heard me, but he didn't say anything more. I vaguely remember that I used to sit and chat with my grandfather under the melon vine, but I don't remember when it was. He would always talk about his youngest son and daughter-in-law and tell me stories about the previous generation that I didn't know. It is common for children and grandchildren to stay away from home for three or five years. During the group year, they often cannot get together with people. They can only call and greet them a few times. The camphor and orange trees in front of the house can be seen as evidence of the people and things that flow in time. Besides, it is only the shadow of the sun that is slanting in the west. Speaking of the tangerine trees in the yard, self to my uncle's home is seen, although is not very tall, but fruit every year, perhaps varieties is bad, very acidity fruit, is not good, the smell is very good, especially the green orange is not mature, choke the peel, gently with the fingernails juice once come out, fresh and exciting. But to do such a thing will be blamed by adults, saying that the fruit is not ripe to pick, too careless things. Green orange is a little bigger, the skin is thick, shiny as if with oil. The hillside is decorated with red orange branches last year, and people often pick by the dozen. When it gets cold, there is always a basket of yellow tangerines in the corner. It seems that they have never finished eating them, and they feel so cold that they have to think of new ways. When cooking, by the way, put the orange on the fire to roast, after a while out of the skin will be wrinkled, very hot, dust off the dust, eat the inside of the flesh while hot. It was not very good, sour and bitter, but I kept eating it. Compared with that, it was much more delicious.

After so many goodbyes since I said goodbye to my hometown, I still feel a certain bitterness when I think of those days. Perhaps a lot of life can not be said, is "line line heavy line, and the king of parting", is the saint said that the dead like water, Xiao Ran ran, conscious of a grievance of acacia, but do not have to be to husband, to his wife. Parting is easy. Now, under this quiet mountain window, I have a trance to remember some past events, overlapping. After graduation, I went back to my hometown. One day to take a nap up, the day cleared up, the cicada cried very badly, the voice has been listening to for many years, generally from the early summer began, to the late autumn to rest down. There was a quiet family on the opposite hill. When I was young, I admired their grapes, as well as the plums and oranges on the hillside. Every year, there would be a lot of fruit. Their courtyard is very spacious, the family birthday can invite people to play an open-air movie, guests sit under the tree, watching and talking. It used to be a rarity, when you had to go somewhere else to watch TV. The newly picked plantain had dried off the earth and was hanging on the SLATE. The cat did not move, and the chicken occasionally crowed, which sounded like a stretched tune. Outside the window were the old trees and vines, and there was a slanting slope, which could not be seen in the distance, but I knew that there were stretches of fields, isolated homes, and the warm sunshine in their houses just like here, and there was freshly boiled water on the stove, and there was a miss sweetheart outside the door. When sleeping in the room or sister-in-law just married to decorate, there are white wardrobe, screws have loosened, some doors are not closed; There was an old air conditioner hanging on the concrete wall without paint. It had been installed for some time, but no one used it. The old man was reluctant to use electricity.

I lie on the bed, the ear seems to hear the whirring sound of the electric fan, eyes see the light if there is no, think it is the forest fell something, a closer look, but the shadow of the trees. Downstairs to see grandpa in peeling garlic, preparing night saozi noodles. Making the soup is a delicate job, with everything chopped up, including raw garlic, Sichuan peppercorns, ginger and spring Onions. I sat next to him and talked with him, knowing that his ears were no longer working. He asked me how many years I'd been out of school, and I said, four. I don't know if he heard me, but he didn't say anything more. I vaguely remember that I used to sit and chat with my grandfather under the melon vine, but I don't remember when it was. He would always talk about his youngest son and daughter-in-law and tell me stories about the previous generation that I didn't know. It is common for children and grandchildren to stay away from home for three or five years. During the group year, they often cannot get together with people. They can only call and greet them a few times. The camphor and orange trees in front of the house can be seen as evidence of the people and things that flow in time. Besides, it is only the shadow of the sun that is slanting in the west. Speaking of the tangerine trees in the yard, self to my uncle's home is seen, although is not very tall, but fruit every year, perhaps varieties is bad, very acidity fruit, is not good, the smell is very good, especially the green orange is not mature, choke the peel, gently with the fingernails juice once come out, fresh and exciting. But to do such a thing will be blamed by adults, saying that the fruit is not ripe to pick, too careless things. Green orange is a little bigger, the skin is thick, shiny as if with oil. The hillside is decorated with red orange branches last year, and people often pick by the dozen. When it gets cold, there is always a basket of yellow tangerines in the corner. It seems that they have never finished eating them, and they feel so cold that they have to think of new ways. When cooking, by the way, put the orange on the fire to roast, after a while out of the skin will be wrinkled, very hot, dust off the dust, eat the inside of the flesh while hot. It was not very good, sour and bitter, but I kept eating it. Compared with that, it was much more delicious.