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春节到来时,村庄街道间鞭炮齐鸣,家家贴春联,人人穿新衣,相互祝福。正如那首诗“爆竹声中一岁除,春风送暖入屠苏。千门万户曈曈日,总把新桃换旧符”。
今年的初二也回娘家了,遗憾的是没带相机,又去了姥姥家,一天给赶场似得,照片没拍成,从孩子手机上找到几张他和侄女互相拍的照片,算是赵山岭的春节吧!
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春天总是很短暂,小麦从绿油油到黄橙橙仿佛是一夜之间的事。
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儿子、侄女最喜欢的还是跟着姥姥去地里,有时候为了拔到一颗蒜薹也乐的不行。
到了夏天,小河的水尽情的欢唱;麻雀呼来飞去,叽叽喳喳倾吐着与小河的诗情画意。一汪汪清泉汇集而成,随着欢快的节奏欢欣鼓舞的跳动。漫步在小河旁,不由地俯下身去,品尝着甘甜的味道,唯有这涓涓细流带给心灵的清凉,潺潺的流水声,仿佛是自己周身的血液在颤抖。旁边麦田里那小姑娘的笑声,仿佛告诉我们今年一定是个丰收年。
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这槐花、这菜园,无不记忆者一股家的味道。
到了秋天,绿色的辣椒已经不多见,玉米是这里的农作物,孩子们或打闹,或帮忙,总有另一番情趣在里面。
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紫色的梅豆,黄色的柿子,白色的牵牛花,小路上上学的小姑娘。
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曾经怀着希望和向往,在这条乡间小路上走过多少回,信天游随风一路飘来。如今,年轻人都到城里打工,留在农村的大部分是老人和小孩。村里热火朝天的劳动场景早已一去不回。
故乡的路,有多少人从这里走出;远在他乡的人,又有多少人在梦中回首。乡间小路和城市之间,是多少游子的凄楚!
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