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The pink phoenix flowers lit up the riverbank, their shadows tilted in the blue water, and the sunlight also dyed the alleys yellow. Another summer had returned in the bustling wind . Sitting in the house, looking out into the yard, the fan-shaped rays of sunlight peeked through the green foliage, the birds craned their necks and sang shrilly, the children skipped their afternoon naps, making the whole neighborhood noisy. The usually quiet countryside became bustling with the bustling summer afternoons .
The country children splashed around in the green river with their cheerful voices and laughter. I stood on the bank watching the children and smiled without realizing it. Suddenly I felt strangely nostalgic for my childhood. There were also those summer afternoons when we hid from our mothers to swim in the river, playing all kinds of "oh my god" games. Children in my hometown are usually very good swimmers, partly because the land is full of rivers and canals, and partly because they had to follow adults to the fields and rivers from a young age, so every child learned to swim. The river in front of our house became an unforgettable memory in our hearts. We often competed in swimming with the children on the other side of the river, so the two banks of the river seemed to be closer together. Then the "battles" of digging mud to fight each other made our faces pale, our eyes red, our voices hoarse, and it was late in the evening before we climbed back up to the bank to return home.
Where are the children who built huts in the past? Every noon, they worked hard to cut trees, strip leaves to build huts, and sell all kinds of things under the sun. Under the shade of the old tamarind tree, I lay with my face up looking at the sky, the clouds drifting gently as if carrying the whole fairy tale sky. After playing house, we played "bride and groom". The song "The bride and groom broke the vase, blaming the children..." resounded again with endless applause. The child bride wearing a wreath of wild flowers shyly looked at the toothless groom and laughed heartily. The children now no longer bother to build huts or play "bride and groom". They feel their childhood has been somewhat diminished because in the eyes of children now there are only video games.
Summer came, without homework or study, the children of my hometown rushed out to the fields to dig, fly kites, and fight. The cracked fields were full of footprints. Suddenly I wanted to join the children, to skip on the fields, to fly colorful kites. I stood on the dike and watched the children with clear laughter. They also divided into factions to fight, also cried loudly because they had fallen into the hands of the "enemy", also secretly ran back home to let the search go in vain. The smoke from burning the rice fields drifted endlessly with the afternoon wind. In that thin smoke, I seemed to see familiar figures from the past. Figures that never stood out in the dust of life. I went into the house, caught fish, and piled straw to roast. The children kept fidgeting. When the ashes were removed, each of them swallowed their saliva. The fragrant smell of fish made everyone's stomach growl. The children again devoured the food, the corners of their mouths covered in black ash. The dates were rekindled in the faint afternoon sunlight. The next day, the children gathered again, some brought fish, some brought salt, some brought lemon,... and grilled the fish together. How beautiful the summer days became!
After flying kites and playing mock battles, the children in the neighborhood gathered to play soccer. The green grass field after a day was completely crushed by the children. The children ran and panted, occasionally lying down on the grass, making the "audience" laugh non-stop. The adults had the chance to stand around the yard and watch the children play without having to wait every minute to pick their children up from school. Occasionally, standing there, tired of watching, a few uncles and aunts would ask to be "players". The neighborhood was awakened by the strong and innocent children like the trees and blades of grass in their hometown.
Every summer, I have the opportunity to enjoy the vibrant summer days, full of laughter that electronic devices cannot bring. Life changes every day, there will be things lost but there are things that can never be replaced, like the simple summer days in my hometown.../.
Diamond
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