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Anonymous users2024-02-13My hometown is in Shatian Town, Gaozhou City, which is a longan town. I love every grass and tree in my hometown, and I love the specialty of my hometown - longan.
My hometown is full of longan, lush, like a green ocean, the appearance of the longan tree is not amazing, but its fruit quality is good, full of sweetness. I have tasted this sweet but not greasy, glutinous and refreshing characteristic for a long time. Spring went to summer, and in the blink of an eye, the fruit was already hanging on the branches, and the branches were bent over.
Looking closely at the longan, I saw that it was round, only the size of a soybean, and the big one was the size of a thumb. Longan has different flavors at different stages: ripe longan is sweet and relish, and unripe longan has a bitter feeling.
As long as you gently peel off the skin of the longan, you can smell the unique aroma of the longan. The flesh is round and has a brownish-black kernel embedded in it.
If you come to my hometown at this time, you can see a busy scene: picking up the carrots, picking baskets, running back and forth on the country roads, the villagers are picking strings of huge and mature longans from the longan trees, and loading them into cars and selling them all over the world. At this time, don't be busy looking, you have eaten enough yourself, and everyone is vying to let you taste the fruits of their labor.
Longan is not only delicious, but also a good gift product, if the longan is dried, it becomes longan meat, which can benefit the spleen and nourish the heart, and is a good tonic. In addition, longan can also be made into canned longan, which is sold at home and abroad.
The people in the hometown are with their own industrious hands, planting one by one, acres of longan trees, so that the hometown has won the title of "the first town of fruits", people are relying on it to embark on the road of prosperity, and I love it more and more.
Ah, the specialty of my hometown - longan! I love you!
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Anonymous users2024-02-12Hometown [prose poem].
Is it you the white clouds that drift by in the sky? Is that whirring autumn wind you? Walking all over the world, the most memorable is the muddy mountain road in his hometown
Scold. Hometown. I saw the muddy past under the cypress grove again. Relive you. It's not the willow flute played on the back of the shepherd boy cow in the drizzle, nor is it the elegant mood of the fishing boat singing the evening
Born in that time of suffering. I am destined to be with the grass all my life, and a line of rock crevices is a line of life. The father went away with hatred on that stormy night, with a deep sigh from the old buffalo.
With the heavy desolation of a mountain village. Mother was frozen in the screen mirror of history by the storm of the times, swaying into the ancient neem tree at the entrance of the village. I'm the little cypress tree next to the tree
The lonely chalet accompanied my mother and me in our hard days. The days of a kerosene lamp and half a bowl of polenta are very satisfying, and my mother has replaced my hunger with hope to fill my growth, growing into a pair of strong feet, and even if the wind and waves blow and are firm and powerful, you must know that my stubbornness today is refined from my previous life. I'm no longer the little cypress tree that can't help the wind
I am a lonely goose soaring through the sky, proudly riding the raging storm on the boundless sea. Between reality and meditation, I decorate my fragile wings with perseverance. I'm suffering.
For his father's dying will, he trudged the peak of fate. Now. You are old, and the little cypress tree beside you has grown up before leaving you.
With your lost youth. The lost love saves half a bowl of polenta.
Oh. Am I your rebel? Leave you behind.
I am afraid that my stormy sail will crush your heavy back, and I am afraid that the poor spine will give you too much and too heavy a load. I went to the other side of the mountain, carrying a long-term miss for you, planting acacia trees on the other side, I wanted to cry silently, a song "Hometown Clouds" astringent my bitter throat, decorating my every foreign dream
Homesickness (Xi Murong).
The song of the hometown is a clear flute, which always sounds on a moonlit night.
The face of my hometown is a vague melancholy, as if waving goodbye in the fog.
After parting, hometown is a tree without annual rings, never aging. Prose poems - hometown songs.
Hometown, a distant place, the purple rose that I haven't seen for a long time, is it still blooming?
Qing song, lonely beard, singing leisurely on the grassland, the song reached my ears.
The moonlight, sprinkled on the balcony, filled my heart with thoughts, and froze my sorrows.
Nostalgia. — In the afterglow.
When I was a child, nostalgia was a small stamp.
I'm on this side, and my mother is on the other side.
Growing up, nostalgia is a narrow ticket.
I'm on this end and the bride is on that end.
Later, nostalgia is a low grave.
I'm outside, my mother is inside.
And now nostalgia is a shallow strait.
I'm on this side, and the continent is on the other side.
This kind of girl may be more naïve, on love and he didn't tell you that he never thought about it, he told your friends that your door is impossible, it is estimated that it is said in the heart, all he has to you is just to treat you as an ordinary friend, I am like this, chasing a girl, that woman is a bit like the girl you said, I often go out to play with her, not to mention in the middle, one day I kissed the door, and one day I pulled her home and wanted to put him on, But I really can't bear that he's too simple, and in the end she said the same thing, my door is impossible, and I'll still be friends in the future, or I don't know each other, and I just want to tell you so much, if the woman didn't enter the state at the beginning, it's just that you think too much, she just treats you as a very good friend, if you really like her, hurry up and be good to him, and do what you should do, even if she doesn't want you, there is no regret, and my woman's she asked me what you want me to do, I said to be my girlfriend.,She said it's okay to be a girlfriend?,Think about it, she just promised you.,No、Don't enter the state and it's you who are uncomfortable.,I'm completely understanding now.,A month after going to work, I still have an indescribable feeling in my heart.,It's uncomfortable.,It's just that I paid too much at the beginning.,Too devoted,,No way, this time I learned a truth.,Love is like a game.,No one should break the rules, otherwise the sad one is you.。。
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