Time flies and the past is like smoke. The world has changed, and the vicissitudes of life have changed dramatically. Time has changed our lives, years have changed our looks, we have changed our orientation and tried to change our habits. However, the taste of hometown is mellow and strong, and it is familiar and lingering. Time is not weak, strength remains unchanged, memory cannot be erased, and the distance is not far.
It is Tujia people who have the taste of hometown. This taste is by no means delicious seafood, nor is it cake preserves. Born in the countryside, precipitated in the countryside; Simple and pure, simple and ordinary. The earth wall of the earth house is an "old hat", and the dirt road is full of eggs. The foundation of existence, the source of life. There is always a connection with the original hidden.
The smell of the country is like morning dew, nourishing the dry heart; The taste of the countryside is like a stream, washing away the tired body; The smell of the countryside is like a mother's call, stirring the love of conversion. A few times I was ecstatic, and a few times I dreamed of my soul. No matter where you are, no matter how time and space change, what you can't take away is your hometown, what you can't move away is your hometown, what you can't shake away is the taste of your hometown, and what you can't give up is your attachment. No matter how good a foreign country is, it is not home. Long chest, lingering melancholy, I frowned and resumed my heartbeat. Nanshan and Beishan are mountains, and I don't miss my hometown. Local accent, nostalgia and local flavor, why does an old friend miss his hometown?
Rich in local flavor, the most beautiful is in the folk. The flavor of loess originates from the river platform, which is inherited from Yan Huang's ancestors. Country life, earthy but rhyme, earthy but earthy, earthy is scum, earthy is elegant. The truth of dusty soil and the simplicity of life; The most approachable, casual and simple; Suck and chew to fill your heart. Rural customs are idyllic, and great beauty lies in the people. History is delayed and the years are enriched. Every time you taste it, it's like opening an altar to drink old wine.
At the beginning of his life, he saw his father fishing. Face the loess and face the sky. Who doesn't want one leg of cow dung and two shoulders of alkali? A tobacco pouch of leaves, a milk hairpin; Mother's headscarf, big sweatshirt ... I miss it with ripples, and the local flavor is burning my heart. The mountains in my hometown are calm and tall, vast and vigorous; The water in my hometown is smart and warm, clear and sweet; People in my hometown are frank and simple, generous and simple. Be honest, don't hide it. Life journey, rugged Xiu Yuan. Preserve childhood memories and carry rural flavor. A loving mother's ear is heard in the neighborhood. Accumulate over time, get used to nature. Feelings are strong and strong, and blood is connected. Deep into the blood, is it difficult to change?
Speaking of the taste of the countryside, my thoughts flashed faintly, and my aftertaste was natural and long. Spoony, affectionate. Or relive childhood games, or miss childhood friends, or recall the eventful years, or look at yellowed photos. Rural flavor is like a five-flavor bottle, and rural flavor is like an invisible thread, burning the soul and shaking the strings of love. You are wandering. Just like the local accent in the ear, the relatives in the eyes, the brain in the heart, the baby is warm. Timely and timely, tangled. Taste buds evoke homesickness, and homesickness awakens homesickness. Old friends and new friends, small partners, or sit on the floor, drinking and laughing, remembering childlike interest, being chic and calm, forgetting worries and being happy; Or the lights are amiable, the stove is idle, and the family talks about everything, Kan Kan Mountain; Stew a pot of old wine, stew fresh water and fresh water river, stew pastoral complex, stew folk family banquet, and sing and praise. A word "taste" is long and memorable. You can carry it, enjoy yourself, and enjoy elegance and comfort.
What's the taste of the country? Bloom is full of flowers in spring, frogs chirping in summer, fruits in autumn and wax figures in winter. Lonely embrace the lake, quietly wrapped in mountains and rivers, fresh and shaded by trees, drizzling. The fertile land is vast, and there is a Ma Pingchuan. All the trees are lush and red leaves are everywhere. The rising sun and sunset glow, white clouds and blue sky. A trickle, flowing water. Swallows sing and butterflies fly. The cuckoo's voice, Yan Zi's whisper. Dogs bark in deep alleys, and mulberry trees crow. Si is an ode to the earth, which is the spring of life. I want to ask, which is better, my mountains and rivers, the autumn mandarin fish in the south or the red rock in the north? Where is my spring sweet? Set four waters in one, nourish the Millennium humanity. Four waters are rushing, and the veins are continuous. A village, a courtyard, a catkin, a piece of porcelain, retains local memories and is rich in historical sites. Earth huts and huts, wooden stakes and stone mills, pots and pans, gatehouses and courtyards, streets and alleys, bridges, wells, fences, ridges, reed ponds, canals and grasslands ... leave traces of time and bear the accumulation of civilization; Write a dusty story about the noise. Vicissitudes and sorrows make the old look new. The remembrance of the past is the teacher of the future Look at everything in the world, look up to the achievements, words and deeds of ancient and modern sages and ancestors of Myanmar. It makes people think hard and their hearts turn a thousand times. There are endless joys and sorrows, and there are endless joys and sorrows. Sorrow and joy, sorrow and sigh, waiting for life, tasting from generation to generation; Reading is memorable and full of thoughts. Look for fragrance and feel rich connotation.
Ha ha! The countryside is the soul of the nation, and the loess is the bottom of China. Hometown flavor is the aftertaste of homesickness, the yearning for hometown, the care for tradition and the nostalgia for culture. The local flavor lies in the search for the foundation of life and the experience of national spirit. The nature of the region, the age of civilization, the beauty of mountains and rivers, the evolution of ancient and modern times. Cohesion and auspiciousness, collision and entanglement. Hometown and country, homesickness is diverse, and the feelings of knowing wishes are colorful and wonderful. The height of a tree is ten feet, and thousands of feet never forgets its roots. How can farmers forget their hometown?
Zhuang Zi, a hot land where I was born and raised! Beautiful, dream home!
Agriculture is the foundation and food is the people. If you turn to the people, you will be willing to be rough. If the farmer's diet, or street snacks, or restaurants, or home-cooked meals, or feasts; Or boiling, steaming, frying, or stewing and frying. Rich in taste, diverse in categories, exquisite in skills and complete in ways. There is no lack of delicacy in roughness, warmth in boldness, wisdom in plainness and characteristics in diversity. Don't talk about special food, Mo Wen is a local product, full of cultural flavor, unique folk customs and rich historical origins. Inclusive and full of beautiful things. Savor carefully, simple and light. I think, no banquet, no famous dishes. Don't pay attention, Mo Yaoxuan. Vegetables are not strange, but they are not uncommon. Delicious and comforting homesickness. The palatable person is precious, with rich pastoral flavor, more exciting entrance and longer pastoral flavor. Mother paste soup, pancake roll, baked sweet potato, handmade noodles, eco-vegetarian, health care. Black pickles, dried radish, bean paste, Chili noodles, stinky tofu, sesame salt, onion, ginger, fennel, mold. Chinese wolfberry bark, purslane, pumpkin strips, potato chips, leeks and shepherd's purse stuffing; One white and one black, one fast and one slow, one red and one yellow, one long and one short; Ginkgo chestnut, dried garlic. Braised fish, scrambled eggs with Sophora japonica. Rye coarse grains, fruits and vegetables are fresh in season. Bean sprouts and pork hodgepodge, cabbage vermicelli and radish balls. It's refreshing and fluid-producing, and it makes me sick if I eat it often. Rural food is wild and the entrance is sweet. Highlight the true colors of local flavor and blend into the diversity of homesickness. What about the wine pool meat forest? What are you talking about? Don't forget that a porridge and a meal are hard to come by; A wisp, material difficulties. How difficult it is to plow the hands, to fill the bowl ... to be hot and cold! Warm or coarse cloth, full or farmhouse meal! With the prosperity of cities, farming civilization has never gone far. When it comes to rural flavor, my heart swells. The country is full of flavor and taste buds experience. Recalling the past, savoring today, life is full of emotions. Rural flavor haunts farmers' feelings, which is hard to reach as a child. The soil is fresh and fragrant, and the grass is covered by it, which is my precious feast. Homesickness, persistence. What you can't throw away is your hometown, what you can't stay is your hometown, what you can't stop complaining about is homesickness, and what you can't stop singing is yearning. The taste of old houses, publicity and inheritance, and homesickness in the countryside are always in my heart. Its affection is good, and its meaning is boxing. Mother taught us to listen carefully and remember the source of drinking water in our hearts.
The east wind is intentional and the flag is full of joy. Dreaming of a well-off life, the farmhouse will become Yuen Long. Country fairyland, romance on earth. The hometown of poetry and painting, the hometown of Su Yun. It's beautiful to walk around and change the scenery Look at the scenery, miss the scenery, and recall homesickness. Kiss the world of mortals, embrace many green leaves, smell the fragrance and taste the beautiful mountains and rivers. Complaining about a heartfelt song and expressing full regret. There are all kinds of pastoral flavors and sentimental articles. Look back at your homeland and watch your home. With all kinds of tenderness, inherit the classics. Stay away from confusion and loss, find innocence and return to the truth.
Pizhou culture no.33