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More than a hundred years ago, my ancestors came here from far away. The war destroyed their homes and took away their land. How can we survive without heaven? As a result, they were forced to leave their homes to find a land where they could live. After being displaced from place to place, the goddess of fate finally gave them this land to live in. They slash and burn, beg in the dirt, live a primitive life, and finally a single spark can start a prairie fire, making the Shan Ye jungle a paradise on earth.

In those days, as long as there was soil to grow grain, living was enough. Fortunately, the mountains are high and the forests are dense here, so you don't have to worry about droughts and floods, and you can also be exempted from military service. At that time, as long as a piece of land was opened on the mountain and corn, high grain, soybeans and sweet potatoes were planted, it was enough for the whole family to eat and drink. Regardless of the drought and flood under the mountain, plus pests, the weather here is still good, and the crops are abundant. At that time, the smoke was everywhere, either burning and looting, or catching Ding to collect taxes, and the people had nowhere to hide. It's just that the mountain is high and the emperor is far away, and it's calm Although bitter, it can protect us. Therefore, my hometown has become a paradise people yearn for.

My hometown is in the mountainous area where Anhui and Zhejiang meet. There are relics of the Southern Tang Dynasty, ancient Xiongguan and hardworking and kind villagers here. Presumably under this land, there must be thousands of years of ups and downs. My childhood and distant dreams are also buried. I remember at that time, I woke up every day in the morning song of a hundred birds ensemble. The morning sun kissed the earth gently. There are wisps of smoke in the forest, and the stream is playing touching music. The mountains and rivers are beautiful, the air is fresh and picturesque, and I feel very comfortable. In the evening, I fell asleep with cricket's whisper and grandma's story. Childhood dreams are pure, without a trace of evil thoughts. It was a carefree age. It was a pure and dull time. It was a time that everyone will always miss. I still remember that we dug bamboo shoots in the bamboo forest, caught fish in the lower stream and cut wood on the mountain; I still remember that on the rugged mountain road, we had laughter when we came home from school; I still remember that the smoke from the kitchen chimney weaves colorful dreams with my mother's love and gorgeous sunset glow; I still remember that a bowl of bamboo shoots and reed rice made me grow up in the sweat of my parents; I still remember ... too many memories, and now it seems like yesterday, as if it were a distant past, and I can't go back.

People in the mountains live a simple life, grow their own food, and live on meager food every day, but they are also strong, and they all die of old age. When I was sick, I went to the mountains to collect some herbs, boiled soup and drank it, and I was full of energy the next day. They are hungry, restless, indifferent to fame and fortune, open-minded and simple as dirt. The sky in the mountains is always blue, the vegetation in the mountains is also affectionate, the spring water in the mountains is also sweet, and the mountains are natural oxygen bars. What impressed me most was the sea of clouds in my hometown. I remember going to town with my father when I was a child. Early in the morning, beautiful scenery, sunny in Wan Li. When I climbed to the top of the mountain, there was a sea of clouds under my feet, and all the villages below were submerged at the bottom of the sea. I was stunned by what I saw. I think it would be great to be able to swim somersault clouds in the sea if I have the Monkey King's skill! I said to my father, "There must be a fairy living in that cloud, right?"

Father smiled and said, "There is a fairy in every cloud!" " "

I saw him always wearing coarse clothes and liberation shoes, but he gave us the best. I watched the plumes of smoke rising in Ran Ran in the morning sun, thinking that it must be a fairy flying into the sky. We walked down the hill and the fog swallowed us up. We suddenly entered a hazy world, just like those hazy years, and our hearts were full of hazy fantasy and hazy vision. My father was carrying 100 kilograms of bamboo shoots, but he walked as fast as a fly and soon disappeared from my sight. My hands are empty, but I can't catch up with him. I think it must be the hard days before that that exercised my father's tenacious body.

I remember one rainy morning in spring, my father came from the clouds wearing a hat and hemp fiber. He has a hammer on his shoulder and a few bamboo shoots and a handful of wild vegetables in his hand. When I saw his eyebrows wet with dew, I suddenly felt that this was the immortal in the eyes of ordinary people. The immortal in the eyes of the people is not an illusory idol who does not eat human fireworks and does not ask the people's sufferings. The real immortal should be among ordinary people, guarding the mountains all his life and keeping the faith in his heart.

Later, I went to school in the town below the mountain and went home only once a week. Whenever night falls, I will watch the sunset and say goodbye to me from the top of my hometown. Looking at the mountains under the stars, I have a sense of security: "Ah! Hometown, you are by my side! " But Dashan is always silent, just like his father's eyes, firm and kind. I think, the mountain of my hometown! There must be too many hidden stories waiting for me to discover, right? Therefore, I am looking forward to the weekend, the holiday and returning to my hometown-my mother's arms as soon as possible.

Later, when I grew up, I looked at the mountains in a daze all day, and I couldn't bear to chop wood and dig bamboo shoots in the forest anymore. Looking at the sea of clouds, I suddenly found that my hometown is an island in this vast sea! There is a kind of confusion and distress in my heart. I am trapped on an island. One day, I said to my parents, "My hometown is too backward. I want to go to a distant big city to pursue my dream, because my ideal is not in the mountains. " Yes, my hometown used to be the refuge and comfort nest of our ancestors, which allowed us to survive and reproduce. But now, I begin to doubt their original choice, because the mountains have become a stumbling block for us to catch up with modern civilization. I asked myself: "will I be buried in the mountains all my life and be an unknown ordinary person?" So, I cursed my hometown from the heart, hated my hometown, and hated myself for being reborn in the wrong place. Because my heart has flown out of the mountains and into the prosperous world of fame and fortune.

My parents silently prepared my bags for me, then sent me out of the mountain gate and told me, "Go! If it is not good outside, you will come back, huh? "

I looked at my mother's tearful eyes, gritted my teeth, packed my luggage and strode down the hill. After a long walk, I looked back and saw my parents still standing in the bleak autumn wind, eager to see them and worried about them. At that moment, I couldn't help crying any longer, and it came out. At that moment, I thoroughly understood what it means to "care about children and travel to Wan Li Road". No matter where I go, I am like a kite, and that end will always involve my mother's heart!

In the vast sea of people in the city, I am like a blind man, groping around, hitting a wall everywhere, looking for a dream paradise. It suddenly occurred to me that there is a saying that "it is good to stay at home for a thousand days, but it is difficult to go out." Walking in the world of fame and fortune, you realize what human feelings are like paper, and the world is cold. In my hometown, people's hearts are always hot, and people's faces are always written with honesty. Therefore, my hometown often walks into my dreams and my lingering thoughts. Whenever I wake up in the middle of the night and look at the night sky in the city, I will think of the bright moon in my hometown. The moon in my hometown is like a night pearl, always hanging in the pure sky. She is like a mother's eyes, always paying attention to me, always caring about me. So, I fell asleep in my mother's eyes every night. The moonlight in my hometown is clear and warm, just like my mother's heart, pure and selfless. The night sky in the city is always filled with smoke, noise and ugliness. The moon in the city is dim, confused and indifferent, because it is blinded by greed. No wonder at night in the city, people always get lost, lose their senses and even lose their conscience. I didn't expect the moon in different places to be so different, just like a prostitute's face, lifelike and changeable.

Over the years, although living in downtown, I always feel that I am wandering and my heart is a guest. Our daily schedule is full, from seven to five, step by step, and people are simply a tireless machine. We lost our faith and our original simplicity. Our hearts are full of desires and secularity, and we can no longer be clean. We are looking for it every day, wandering around, never satisfied, and don't know where my peace of mind is. People have no sense of belonging, and their hearts are always lonely and impetuous. There are ten pure lands in Buddhism, so where is the pure land in our hearts?

It was not until I returned to my hometown, breathed the air of the mountains again, and took a sip of green tea cooked by the mountain spring that I felt clear-headed and all my troubles were relieved. My mother cooked me a hearty dinner with bamboo shoots on the mountain and vegetables grown in the field. Tasting the taste of my mother, I suddenly felt that I was a child again and felt the warmth of infancy. I threw myself into my mother's arms and put my heart here. Only here is the most reliable and lasting. It turns out that this is the pure land of the soul and the holy land of conversion. Here, there is no power fraud, no competition for fame and fortune, and no obstacles to love and hate. Here, it will always be the harbor of our souls.

I climbed to the top of the mountain again, looking at the vast sea of clouds and towering mountains, and suddenly I had an unprecedented understanding and calmness. The vast universe, all sentient beings, I am just a dust in all sentient beings, how small is it? Therefore, the conceit and lofty of the past are gone forever at this moment. Buddha said, "Put it down, you have it!" " Busy and hurried life, even if there are golden mountains and silver seas, can't take away a penny; Love is proud, the spring breeze is everywhere, even if you have 3 thousand beautiful women, you will eventually walk alone; All over the world, isn't it the land of kings? Even if power is all over the world, it will eventually disappear without a trace. The fundus is prosperous, and the clouds are always easy to disperse; Love and hate are just a dream in the world of mortals. No matter how high or low, we are all passers-by, so why be too obsessed with the immediate gains and losses. Because, we will eventually go to that eternal world and be reduced to a molecule in the universe.

It is better to learn from Tao Yuanming, live in build house and live an idyllic life of "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and seeing Nanshan leisurely". This reminds me of Fan Li in the Spring and Autumn Period, Sean in the Western Han Dynasty and Liu Bowen in the early Ming Dynasty. It is wise to know how to advance and retreat. Like Wen Zi, Han Xin and Yue Fei, they were killed only because they didn't know how to move forward and backward. Laozi said: "Happiness can never be maintained. Being rich and arrogant is to blame. Retire after success, Heaven! " Knowing how to advance and retreat is not cowardice and inaction, but an open mind that is not moved by self-interest. But to care about the world and benefit all beings.

Qianshan has traveled all over the world, and the most beautiful place is my hometown. Hometown! After all, one day, I still want to return to your arms, because that is my eternal destination.