View on my hometown

A little boy was running with bare feet, followed by a mild woman whose hair flow in breeze .Her wrinkle exposure in the fresh air entirely after losing the pretence of the scarf. With few days remaining this summer, I realize that I have worked through a week’s long and have had time to review my childhood which make me so happily.
This is a old village, plain and rough, yet some nomadic people have settled there for my years. Endless mountains cross these areas covering primitive forest. Some years ago they came here and lived here permanently wherein my child occurred in a simple way.
People in this village got on well with each other, the conception of time was weak, most of the time, they worked according to the trace of nature such as sunrise and sunset, my grandmother is a kind woman fixing his cap with a long line that was used to figure out the following days’ weather, this is the oldest math in my memory, it’s accuracy is rather high so many person made a visit to my grandmother to consult something special like rite, medical and so on.  something happen in the village took away my homesick when I was out .
When the smoking arise from the road, children eager to run into the path to saw the big animal with hour legs but never to eat and drink, we wonder around there until it varnish out of our vision .In the early morning we were awoke by the chirp of birds, it was said that birds are the preach of well-being , the most meaningful time is that grandmother told me those old stories  which companied my whole childhood after sunset.
It was a curve road to my hometown, some people come out of it but most of them have lived there hand down the custom from generation to generation, yet some sheer superstition lurk their mind , they thought that man’s fate was given by the master living in sky. My grandmother refuse to live with my parents, as time went by, I was old enough to attend school , I had to leave my grandma for the village have breed me so many years I was time to fly . Since then my family visit grandma at end of the year till grandma left us forever.
For much of my three years in college, as I was struggling to forge something making me sad, the pleasure time of hometown always come out from my mind naturally