Do you remember?

Do you remember? A home that we have left behind in the depths of our memories

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This year's Mid-Autumn Festival, still did not return to my hometown, suddenly remembered the old house that has long been dilapidated...

The autumn wind is thick, the sky in the hometown is still like the blue sea, and the large white clouds are like rolling waves, rolling up the wind and waves, running to the distance. Beside the wet mud road, there are large orange trees, and with a blue face, they are hidden among the dark green leaves. This was the Mid-Autumn Festival five years ago. This fertile land, this place like an oil painting, is my hometown.

My father and I walked with me to the old house on the hillside, on the side of the road, the dead leaf butterfly was lying weakly on the tree, and my father said that its life had come to an end, the wild chrysanthemums were scattered in the grass, and the delicate yellow was facing the autumn wind, and it was also trying to sing the music of life. The plums at the door of the fourth grandfather were already purple and red, and he smiled and picked them off for me, and rubbed them on his clothes, and the skin was smooth and shiny, sour and sweet, and the taste of harvest. There was a huge ginkgo tree near the old house, and Dad said that the ginkgo tree had watched them grow. The leaves are still blue-green, but the white fruit is already ripe, falling on the soft carpet of ginkgo biloba leaves, smiling at me!

The old house has been fifty or sixty years old, and the memories of Dad's generation are in this old house. Her wood was pitch black, covered with soft moss, and the house was large, with a huge bamboo forest and pepper trees planted by her grandmother when she was alive. The bamboo forest is a faint fragrance, the pepper tree is the fragrance of harvest, and the cooking smoke wafted out of the rice made by the aunt is the fragrance of reunion. My younger siblings and I caught grasshoppers in this scent, chased after thick yellow dogs, pulled bamboo leaf earrings in the bamboo forest... Now that I think about it, it's the taste of happiness.

The house was dimly lit and simple, and the whole family gathered together, and the table was full of steaming meals. Outside the house, the moon was very bright, as if it was not in the sky, but hanging in the treetops, inside the house, the old light bulb emitted a soft yellow light, the bamboo forest rustled, and the big yellow dog lying in the corner made a "humming" sound.

Moon, or hometown Ming!

Two years ago, back at home, there were weeds in front of the old house, the big yellow dog had died, and the old house had collapsed, and under the autumn wind and the remnants of the sun, only the blackness of the ruins remained, like a huge, aging iron beast. There was a big lock hanging on the crooked door, and through the gap I saw the big round table that had once been full of people, and my heart crossed a trace of pity.

The sun is like blood, and the shadows of the trees are fragile. We grew up slowly, walked farther away, and the autumn wind carried them to the far side, the autumn scenery, the eternal home, and when we turned back, they still stood in that beautiful place

Do you remember? Will you forget? A place in the depths of memory.