The moon is the circle of the hometown, and the scenery is the beauty of the hometown. This epidemic has disrupted the plans carefully arranged by how many people have broken the dreams that have spent a lot of effort to achieve. Although there are many unsatisfactory things for the time being, we must also put down this heavy burden, clean up the mood, calm down, change not alarmed, live out the good self of adversity. Twenty years ago, I have not seriously seen my hometown, this year's holiday more, gave me this time to re-collect the old memories of the feeling of things is human. Walking alone in my beautiful and ancient village, the old road stone, the ancient charm is still there, thinking of the old school after the joy of picking up the cones with the friends up the mountain, a plate of fried crispy cones seems to be in front of you, the taste of the heart. Looking back, I saw the ancient temple at the entrance of the village. Since Ming, it has experienced hundreds of years of baptism and ruthless erosion. It was finally overwhelmed. In the 1970s and 1980s, due to long disrepair, it collapsed to only four walls and beams. Now the temple has mixed trees. The branches were several meters high above the roof, and the broken tiles hung in the hollow cracks of the branches of the temple, which made people afraid to enter, becoming a unique landscape, more ancient charm, and more mysterious. Walking through the old house complex, the stone road, the house wall has been covered with a lot of moss, exposed its age, the side of the hundred-year-old brick house, exudes a faint blue brick fragrance, this taste makes people intoxicated, involuntarily let people think of the daily life of this big family a hundred years ago. It is very quiet here. In the old time, there was a "roll source nephew". The site is still there. It is wandering here alone, so that people can bathe in this ancient charm of books and not leave... Surrounding the village, two circles, almost walking around every corner of the village, every frame passing by the eyes, I am trying hard to mark in my mind, a leaf light boat, a waste pot, a wall, a loofah shell... the village people think I am looking for something, indeed, I am looking for those memories of the past, that naughty child. The environment in the village is sometimes familiar, sometimes strange, and it is full of flavors. I seem to be a young and young overseas guest who has returned from his hometown. It is really interesting and interesting to walk out of the long-term reunion of his hometown. Unconsciously returned to the home, a group of isolation neighbors gathered together to play games, I felt the charm of the village, my heart was happy, you play your game, I also began to prepare dinner. Pitch wood, burn fire, smoke...