小城美

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作為國家外派教師在菲律賓工作半年多已骇，被分配到一個風(fēng)景如畫的山城碧瑤离钝。但最想念的票编，依然是家鄉(xiāng)，素有北國小江南之稱的小城——舞鋼卵渴，此刻恨不得穿越時空慧域，可以瞬間回家。

如問誰人最愛國浪读，唯有海外游子心昔榴；如問誰人最念家，怕是遠(yuǎn)方漂泊人碘橘。

當(dāng)拉開思念的閘互订，家鄉(xiāng)的美景一幀幀在眼前流轉(zhuǎn)，我?guī)缀鯚釡I盈眶痘拆。我愛家鄉(xiāng)的每一寸土地屁奏，每一條河流，每一塊青石错负，每一片落葉……我想躺在春的柔美里呼吸油菜花的清香坟瓢，我想暢游在夏的熱情里與游魚嬉戲，我想奔跑在秋的豐碩里牽著風(fēng)箏起舞犹撒，我想融化在冬的純潔里感受溫暖的懷抱折联。

菲律賓沒有四季，雖然這個山城一年如春识颊，可以永遠(yuǎn)只穿一件T恤诚镰，每天都過得像昨天一樣，我依然無比懷念家鄉(xiāng)的四季分明祥款。感受春清笨、夏、秋刃跛、冬不同的韻味抠艾，對明天，充滿期待桨昙；對昨天检号，深深的眷戀！不經(jīng)歷冬日嚴(yán)寒蛙酪，怎知暖夏美好齐苛？

2014年12月中旬，馬上就到冬至了桂塞。冬天的鋼城凹蜂，最有特色，先是冬把落葉樹打掃干凈，在落日的余暉里玛痊，傲得如剪影一般泥彤。住在山林里的舞鋼人，就開始去撿干樹枝了卿啡，留了冬天烤火吟吝，或者在院子里烤地瓜，烤野雞颈娜，總之剑逃，玩火，那是孩子們冬日里最炙熱的游戲官辽。從初雪開始蛹磺，對雪的期待越來越強(qiáng)烈，老人們總講過去的時候冬天的雪如何如何大同仆。是的萤捆，在我的記憶里，一直有一個場景定格俗批，中學(xué)美術(shù)專業(yè)備考那段日子俗或，晚上要加課畫畫，回家時已經(jīng)快十點(diǎn)了岁忘。在暖暖的路燈下辛慰，三個背著畫板的中學(xué)生，踩著沒過靴子的積雪深一腳淺一腳的嬉戲著打鬧著回家干像。轉(zhuǎn)眼十多年過去了帅腌，那場景仿佛就在昨天。去年家鄉(xiāng)的雪也很大麻汰，有一尺多厚速客，整個世界銀裝素裹，真的是美極了五鲫。早晨6點(diǎn)多溺职，我就和“拍友”約了去拍雪景，燈臺架景區(qū)的霧凇是別具一格臣镣，當(dāng)我們走進(jìn)山門的時候辅愿，沒有一個腳印智亮，這一片處女地忆某，等我們?nèi)ラ_墾。燈臺架的一山阔蛉，一石弃舒，一路，一亭，都換了新裝聋呢，那黑白之間的色彩和構(gòu)圖苗踪，不用取景，每一個角度都可以入畫削锰。一行拍友中有一個孩子通铲，十來歲的樣子，才老實(shí)了一會兒器贩，就和我們打起了雪仗颅夺，我們哪是孩子的對手啊，護(hù)著相機(jī)還要躲著雪球蛹稍，索性我們放下裝備和孩子鬧了起來吧黄，一群老小孩比小小孩還會玩。瘋累了就躺在雪地里唆姐，被群山環(huán)繞拗慨，被素白擁抱，美哉快哉樂哉奉芦。還沒等歇過來赵抢，孩子又讓我們一起堆雪人，我們便和孩子一起声功，堆了大大小小幾個白白胖胖的雪人昌讲，等我們離開了，就讓這雪人守望在這美景里吧减噪。臨別時我們約好短绸，等太陽出來了再來拍冰凌，那將是另一番精致筹裕。

冬的嚴(yán)寒還沒有退去醋闭，春就從山的南坡，一步一步的挪移朝卒，悄無聲息的证逻，先是小草使勁地鉆出腦袋，零星的綠點(diǎn)染樹林抗斤，然后湖畔的冰凌化開了囚企，春水就那么蕩漾起來。春又一步一步的爬上柳樹瑞眼，垂柳冷不丁的冒出一個嫩芽龙宏，春，就這么來了伤疙。人們也從暖暖的被窩里爬出來银酗，呼吸春的氣息和青草的淡香辆影，一點(diǎn)一點(diǎn)，窗前的塔松也換了新裝黍特，偶有一只伸進(jìn)窗里蛙讥，像含羞草一樣，叫醒臥室里的我灭衷。哦次慢，春，我迫不及待舒活筋骨翔曲，沿著春的腳步经备，去看她留下的足跡。迎春花黃燦燦的部默，桃花也粉了侵蒙，梨花白了，接著是油菜花傅蹂，在山坡上纷闺，一步一步走過去，眼力所及份蝴，沒有一處相同犁功，走在蜿蜒的山路里，枝頭的淺綠婚夫，麥地的中綠浸卦，山坡的濃綠，草地的青綠案糙，還有那點(diǎn)點(diǎn)的光線下變幻的綠限嫌，真的沒有更恰當(dāng)?shù)奈淖謥硇稳荨ｄ摮堑拇菏卑疲惚仨氁H自走過才能感知怒医，只一眼，畫卷一樣的春之歌奢讨，會定格在你的腦海里稚叹，一輩子。山下小河邊的村姑也開始了在河邊的刷洗拿诸，挽起袖子扒袖，露出腳丫，再拿個棒槌亩码，和著鳥兒歡樂的叫聲季率，和同伴的嬉笑聲，鋼城春日的生活就是如此蟀伸。在舞鋼的西山兜了一圈蚀同，回到市中心的龍泉湖畔缅刽，你再也不想坐在車?yán)锇√停刂系暮拥檀缆纾沽酪溃L(fēng)吹動它的長發(fā)迟蜜，也吹動你的春心刹孔。這時候槐花飄香，整個鋼城都在甜絲絲的槐花香里娜睛，二郎山的槐花節(jié)會吸引方圓百里的人們髓霞，來這大自然的氧吧呼吸，感受魅力的槐花和迎春的美食畦戒。此刻方库，山間的農(nóng)家院便開始熱鬧起來，即使不是周末或節(jié)假日障斋，也有愛吃野味的人從城市尋來山莊纵潦，蘑菇燉野雞，野豬肉垃环，槐花包子邀层，地籠炒雞蛋，鯽魚面片遂庄，烙饃卷小菜……這讓遠(yuǎn)在異國他鄉(xiāng)的我一想起來就口水直流寥院。家鄉(xiāng)的美食，太誘惑了涛目。酒足飯飽去踏青秸谢，鋼城的每一寸土地，都值得你用雙腳去丈量霹肝。

人們總說春宵苦短钮追，鋼城的春，仿佛更短阿迈，還沒有來得及和春擁抱元媚，她就悄悄的北上了，夏在第一聲知了的叫聲中來臨苗沧。不知不覺刊棕，后山上的林子已經(jīng)變得濃綠，街上的姑娘們也換上了飄揚(yáng)的長裙待逞，湖畔的沙灘上多了游泳的人甥角，山里的小河邊帳篷多了，燒烤開始了识樱。最期待夏天去河里摸螃蟹嗤无，仿佛尋寶一樣震束，看著一只只肥蟹裝滿竹簍，仿佛就聞到了蟹香当犯，那是自己勞動的收獲垢村。偶爾也會抓幾條小魚，或是遇見泥鰍嚎卫，就是意外的收獲了嘉栓，有時候也有河蝦，但我常常抓不到拓诸，抓蝦是需要專業(yè)技術(shù)的侵佃。奶奶說遇到小螃蟹了就把它放回去，雖然奶奶沒有什么大道理奠支，但我們也都這樣做了馋辈。在小河邊的樹林里支起燒烤架，綁上吊床倍谜，男人們開始準(zhǔn)備美食迈螟，女人和孩子玩耍，撿石頭枢劝，畫樹葉井联，或是脫了鞋子在河里嬉戲，夏是孩子的樂園您旁，小河是孩子的伙伴烙常。當(dāng)?shù)谝豢|羊肉串的香味兒刺激你的味蕾，便開始了大口吃肉大碗喝酒鹤盒，這情景既有梁山好漢的好爽曠達(dá)蚕脏，又有林泉高士的野逸舒爽，還有幾分大觀園里粉質(zhì)香娃們割腥啖膻的活絡(luò)任性侦锯。旁邊也許還有三五成群吆五喝六猜拳的驼鞭、打撲克的吆喝的，沒有關(guān)系尺碰，仿佛在這片樹林里的人們是一個大家庭挣棕，無論你來自家鄉(xiāng)，還是遠(yuǎn)方亲桥，都是微笑地打招呼洛心，或是交換彼此的美食相互品嘗一下。鋼城的人們题篷，是像鋼城的夏一樣熱情的词身，泉水里冰鎮(zhèn)的西瓜是夏季最美味的水果，切開分給鄰桌的食客番枚，這甜蜜從舌尖一下子就到了心頭法严。

夏季賞荷也是來到鋼城必不可少的一項(xiàng)雅玩损敷。單不說湖畔或是野地的荷有著這樣那樣的風(fēng)情，只是瑞祥牧業(yè)的萬畝生態(tài)荷塘就足以讓你流連忘返深啤。畫家拗馒、詩人、攝影師是這里的衬顾客瘟忱，每一朵荷每一天每一個角度奥额，都會有展示出不同的風(fēng)姿苫幢，或嫵媚，或清純垫挨，亦或妖嬈韩肝，你能想象到的或是想不到的，那荷九榔，就在一片碧波里靜靜盛開哀峻。泛舟荷塘，仿佛游在畫卷里哲泊，滿滿的荷香讓你心靜如蓮剩蟀，鋼城的夏，寂靜美好切威。

當(dāng)楓葉由綠變紅育特，樹梢好像也多了幾點(diǎn)黃，清晨打掃院子先朦，銀杏葉不知何時擺出了它特有的姿態(tài)缰冤，像一把把被擱置的小扇子，被遺忘在時光里喳魏。真是一葉知秋棉浸。我不忍心打掃它們，索性泡一壺清茶刺彩，在這稍有涼意的清晨迷郑，等待太陽升起。太陽還暖暖的创倔，玉米地卻都黃了嗡害，胖胖的玉米棒子裂開了嘴等著收貨。這時候的山里多了拎著麻袋的人三幻。九頭崖就漾，五峰山，或是不知名的小山念搬，栗子抑堡、山楂摆出、柿子、野葡萄首妖、酸棗偎漫、山梨、蘋果有缆，擠擠扛扛的成熟了象踊，每次進(jìn)山，都會有不同的收獲棚壁。最愛家鄉(xiāng)的野葡萄釀的葡萄酒杯矩，獨(dú)特的口味讓外來的游客必定想盡辦法帶走一些。還有山上的野菜也都成為鋼城的名片袖外，在勤勞的鋼城人手里變成商品出口世界史隆。山村里的小路邊堆滿了林條的架子，木耳曼验，香菇泌射，平菇，這些大樹的孩子成為我們的美食鬓照，秋是喜樂的熔酷，忙碌的，最清閑的是漫山遍野的野菊花豺裆，靜靜地開放拒秘，為秋守望。當(dāng)一串串玉米掛在屋檐留储，當(dāng)農(nóng)民開始犁地播撒下一季的種子翼抠，秋是收獲的，也是充滿希望的获讳。當(dāng)落葉鋪滿山間小徑阴颖，當(dāng)又一批小孩子背著書包踏入校門，秋就這樣羽翼豐滿的庇護(hù)著小城的人們丐膝。這樣寧靜而幸福的小城生活會一直美好著量愧，延續(xù)著！

深夜的菲律賓還是有一絲涼意帅矗，我起身披上外套偎肃，想象著家鄉(xiāng)的秋，明天浑此，是否會有一片黃葉飄落窗臺累颂？拾起它夾在書頁里，把家鄉(xiāng)的色彩留進(jìn)歲月的記憶。

靜夜紊馏，思念雅望故鄉(xiāng)小城的天空……

A Small Beautiful City

As a national expatriate teachers working in Philippines for more than half a year, I was assigned to a picturesque mountain city —?Baguio. But?What?I miss the most, is still my hometown, which is known as the small town of southern country, Wuyang Iron and Steel Co., Ltd., now I am eagerly to go home by going through time and space.

If asked who is the most patriotic overseas Chinese, only the heart of the overseas Chinese; if asked who miss home the most, it is the people who are far away from home.

When disjoin the gate of my thought, the beauty of the home is in front of a frame transfer, I almost cry with tears. I love every inch of the hometown, every river, every piece of the stone, every piece of the falling leaf...... I want to lay in the spring of soft breathing the fragrance of rape, I want to swim in the summer in the enthusiasm and play with the fish, I would like to run in the autumn of fruitful in holding the kite dance, I want to be melt in the winter of pure feeling of warm embrace.

The Philippines has no seasons, although this mountain a year such as spring, always wearing a T-shirt, every day was like yesterday, I still miss my hometown with clear four seasons. Feel the charm of spring, summer, autumn and winter, to tomorrow, ?I am full of expectation; and to yesterday, deeply attached to it.! Do not experience the winter cold, how to feel the warm summer?

In the mid of December 2014, immediately to the winter solstice. In winter the steel city, the most distinctive, is the first winter deciduous clean trees, in the afterglow of sunset, proud as general silhouette. the people in Wugang who live in the mountains began to pick up the dry branches, leave the branches for the winter warming, or in the yard they baked sweet potato, roast pheasant, in short, to play with fire. It is the hottest games for children in the winter. From the beginning, they expect the snow very much, the old people always speak in the past when the winter has heavy snow. Yes, in my memory, there has been a scene frozen, in that time of the middle school for arts preparation, at night, we add a lesson painting, it’s 10 pm when we got home. in the warm street, three carrying slate of the middle school students, stepping the snow and playing slapstick home. More than 10 years past, the scene seems to be yesterday. Last year, the hometown of snow was also heavy, there was more than a foot thick snow, the whole world is really beautiful. At 6 o'clock in the morning, I and "clap friend" was about to take the snow scene, Candlestick Holder scenic rime is unique, when we entered the gate, no a footprint, this piece of virgin land, waiting for us to cultivate. Candlestick Holder of a mountain, a stone, a road, a pavilion, changed new clothes, between the black and white color and composition without framing, every angle can be picturesque. A shoot friend has a child, teenage appearance, only honest for a moment, playing the snow battle with us, which of us is not the opponent's child ah, guarding the camera would also hide a snowball, we simply put down equipment and play with children, a group of old children are much more than children who will play. Crazy tired of lying in the snow, surrounded by mountains, white is beautiful hug, playing happily. After that, the children let us together make a snowman, we and children together, the heap of the large and a few small plump snowman, we leave and let the snow man watch in the beauty of it. When we go out, the sun come to shoot the ice, it will be another scenery.

The cold winter has not receded, the spring is from the southern slope of the mountain, step by step the diversion, silent, first grass hard drilled head, sporadic green dyed woods, and then the ice of the lake open, spring so ripple up.?Spring is a step-by-step climb willow, willow went out a bud suddenly, spring, so come.?People climb out from the warm quilt, breathing the spring breath and grass fragrance, bit by bit, window pines also changed new clothes, occasionally a stuck in the window, like a mimosa, wake me in the bedroom. Oh, spring, I am unable to hold oneself back and relaxed, along with the pace of the spring, to see her footprints. Winter jasmine is yellow, the peach blossom pink, white pear flower, followed by rape, on the hillside, go through a step by step, vision and, no different, walking in the winding mountain road, green branches, Guinea is mid green, stroll the hillside, grass green, changes in that little bit of light green, really no more appropriate word to describe. Frank spring, you must personally walked to perceive, only one eye, the scroll spring song, fixed in your mind, for a lifetime. In the Mountain river lake, a small countryside girl also began to wash in the river, rolled up his sleeves and exposing the feet, with a wooden stick, laughing and the birds a shout of joy, and a fellow, Frank spring of life is so. In the western mountain of Wugang pocket a circle, back to the downtown of Longquan Lake, you don't want to sit in the car, along the lake bank, so many weeping willows, the wind blows it long hair, blowing your lust. This time flower fragrance, the Frank is in the sweet fragrance of Acacia, Erlang mountain of Flos Sophorae festival will attract people hundreds of miles, to the nature of the oxygen breathing, feel the charm of Flos Sophorae and winter food. At the moment, the mountain farm homes began to warm up, if not on weekends or holidays, but also love to eat meat and people from the city to find villa, mushrooms stewed pheasant, wild boar, sophora flower steamed stuffed bun, cage scrambled eggs, patches of crucian carp, pancake roll dishes... This makes me think of the water in a foreign country.. Home food, too temptation. Go outing after dinner, every inch of land is worth you frank, with feet to measure.

People always say that spring night is bitter and short, the spring in steel city, as if it was shorter, there is no enough time and embrace the spring , she went quietly to the north, summer in the first sound cicada calls coming. Unconsciously, on the back of the mountain woods has become a stroll, the girls in the street for the flying skirt, there are so many swimmers on lakeside beach, more tents are near the river in the mountain, barbecue begins. Most looking forward to catching crabs near the river in summer, like finding the treasure, watching a lot of fat crabs were put baskets fully, as if I can smell the fragrant crab, the harvest of their own labor. Occasionally catch a few fish, or meet loach, is an unexpected harvest. Sometimes there are shrimps, but I always can't catch, catch shrimp is in need of professional technology. Grandma said to me, When I met a little crab, I should put it back to the river, although my grandma has no big reason, but we also do so. In small riverside, in the woods, we set up the grill of barbecue, tied the hammock, the men began to prepare food, women and children play, picked up a stone, leaf paintings or take off the shoes playing in the river, summer is a paradise for children, the river was the child's partner. When the first ray of mutton smell to stimulate your taste buds, began to drink and eat with the big bowl, the scene both Liangshan hero nice and cool broad-minded, and the excellent persons in Lin Quan who has the wild ease comfortable feeling and sort of Grand View Garden in silty Xiangwa are cut fishy smell of mutton of gobbling up the active self willed. Next to perhaps there are small groups of shouting, playing finger game in five or in six, playing poker shouting, it doesn’t matter, as if people in the woods is a big family, regardless of you come from home, or distance, all of them are smile to say "hello", or is the exchange of each other's food tasting the next. People in steel city, is as warm as summer season and iced watermelon in the spring is the most delicious summer fruit, we cut the watermelon and gave diners at a nearby table, this sweet from the tip of the tongue of a sudden came to mind.

in the summer time, enjoy lotus is an essential to steel city. Not say a single lake or wild lotus with this kind of style, just Ruixiang animal husbandry million mu of ecological pond is enough to let you indulge in pleasures without stop. Painter, poet, photographer is a frequent visitor here, every lotuses covering every day every angle will show a different charm, or charming, or pure, or enchanting, you can imagine or think, the lotus, in a piece of blue waves quietly blooming. On the pond, like swimming in the picture, full of lotus let you calm summer lotus, the summer is steel city, quiet and beautiful.

When maple leaf turns from green to red, trees seem to have much a few yellow, early in the morning to sweep the courtyard, Ginkgo biloba did not know when placed its unique posture, like one small fan which is set aside, forgotten in time. It is a leaf which knows the autumn in the wind. I don't want to clean them, simply make a pot of tea, slightly cool in the morning, waiting for the sun to rise. The sun is warm, the corn is yellow, fat corn cobs split open the mouth waiting for the receipt. This time more bags of people in the mountains. Jiutou cliff, Wufeng mountain, or unknown hills, chestnut, hawthorn, persimmon, grapes, jujube, pear, apple, which squeeze and carry, being mature, each time when we enter the mountains, we will have different harvest. Favorite hometown wild grape wine, unique taste so that visitors will try to take some of the exotic. There are wild vegetables mountains which have become city card, in the hands of hard-working people in steel city, a commodity exports all over the world. Village beside the road filled with wood shelf, edible fungus, mushrooms, Pleurotus ostreatus, children of these trees become our food, autumn is the joy, busy, the leisure is all over the mountains and plains of the wild chrysanthemum, quietly open, watch for the autumn. When a string of corn is hanging from the roof, when farmers began to plough and sow the seeds of one season, autumn is harvest, but also full of hope. When the leaves covered with mountain trails, when a group of children back schoolbag entered the gates, autumn so full-fledged shelter people in a small town. Such a quiet and happy small town life will always be fine, continue!

In the Philippines in the middle of the night, still have a trace of coolness, I stood up and put on the coat, imagining the autumn in my hometown, tomorrow, will have a piece of yellow leaves falling sill? Pick it up and clip it in the page, leaving home the color of the years to stay in memory.

In the quiet night, miss the sky of my home town ......

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