I especially want to see the azaleas on the mountain of my hometown. I always feel that the azaleas sold in the flower shop and in the green belt on the street are less smelly. It is the charm of being uninhibited and free. In my heart, there was also such a shadow. I just went into the city. In order to get out early and return late, just like others cursed, I had to pick up my tail to be a man, and I didn’t dare to show it casually. The native Mountaineers never call them azalea. They can be seen casually on the mountain beams in front of and behind the house, just like the villagers in the neighbors, and there is no need for such a gentle name, it sounds so hard to pronounce, and it is not as Frank as the villagers. In the countryside, it has a better name called Yingshanhong, which is no less than the mother-in-law who loves her children giving her children a bright nickname and shouting casually with a smiling face, just appear in front of us. Which one of the children in the mountain doesn’t know Yingshan red? The high and low green mountains are the barriers of home. In the blooming season, are you familiar with every kind of flower? One day, sitting on the threshold, I saw red flickering on the mountain ridge not far away, which looked like the flame beating in the hearth when my mother was cooking. I suddenly understood, ho, yingshanhong opened, but I couldn’t help wondering, when did it open? Haven’t you seen it when you passed by yesterday? It is also easy to blossom. No matter how you think, as long as there is an outcrop, all the Yingshan red can’t hold back, stretching out the red head, in the far and near hills and valleys, decorated with warmth and brilliance, as if there is a sound rolling past, wake up the sleeping souls together. The whole mountain field was red and the whole mountain village was full of vitality. Children of all sizes shouted and ran on the land of the village, which even made the village in March and April so noisy that it could not be quiet. Living in such a village, no matter whether the life is rich or not, there is an incomparable indifference in my heart. March is the march with flowers blooming brightly. The day is a day that can be touched at hand. Home is your own home, children are your own children, fields are your own fields, distant mountains and mountains, tianchou villages, the breath of growth echoed. As long as you are willing to work hard and sweat, there will always be hope in spring. Who can say that the life of a villager’s family cannot be as hot as the Yingshan red everywhere! Maybe it is the same for generations. In the eyes of parents of every family, no matter how many children there are, they all hope that they can live anywhere, just like the Yingshan red on the mountain, as long as spring arrives, it can hold up the red time. This is the sky they expect, and it is also a living method they pursue. No matter the rich or the poor, as a person, you have to live in high spirits and soul, and you have to have a kind of color that will not change and a kind of inherent integrity! I didn’t know Yingshanhong at home had such a gentle name until I was in junior high school. After careful comparison, I still felt that it was not loud enough and lacked a lot of picture sense. Do you think, Yingshanhong, full of mountains, how bold and charming it is to reflect the high and low mountains! Even though they are common, when flowers bloom, they are not simple, and they are the radiance that cannot be described easily. Some of them are like simple and ordinary folks, guarding a piece of home and permeating with infinite spring scenery every year. Because I was so familiar with it, I closed my eyes, and the scene full of Yingshan red on the ridge would move in my mind just like the TV pictures. It is not only the red radiance of the mountain, but also some playful purplish red color, which is particularly beautiful. It looks like a naughty girl from the countryside when it comes out from the flower branches. Since she shouldered the hardships of life, she seldom walked among the mountain beams without any worries in such a season. Those passionate mountains were full of shining red mountains, and there were also many human feelings related to her, it can only be depicted in the heart. If you can’t leave the countryside, such pictures are more intriguing. Now I have been away for a long time, and I will taste it again, and I will have more strong aroma after fermentation. I always feel that the azalea in the city has less smell of blooming in the mountains and fields of my hometown, and less smell of my hometown. I really want to spare time to see the Yingshan red still blooming on the mountains every year. More and more people chose to leave, and fewer and fewer people went back to see her. Yingshanhong won’t be lonely. What is lonely is some people who have been away for a long time and can’t forget. Azalea flowers are blooming, and every year’s Red will still illuminate the mountains and fields.

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