In winter, the persimmons in my hometown are red, the view of the mountain village under the blue sky is very charming, and the memories of homesickness are kind
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In winter, I am afraid that there is no fruit that is as unassuming as a persimmon. It does not need to be modified by extra leaves, one by one, sinking on the branches, like splashing beautiful lines in the bleak string of autumn wind Crisp red, exaggerated to dazzling.
The mountain village full of persimmon trees is now”persimmon stemHold up the most beautiful season of the autumn dream. The ripe persimmons are hung like little red lanterns all over the branches. The bright colors attract people to water.
The persimmon in my memory is soft and sweet. In the era when snacks are extremely scarce, it always fills up another desire with one desire.
Homesickness is difficult to understand. Nowadays, persimmons have long been far away from our taste buds, but the bright red persimmons still exist in a nostalgic posture. It will always be the simplest branch in autumn, reminding us of our hometown and the taste of childhood…
The persimmons in my hometown are red in winter, and the scenery of the mountain village under the blue sky is very charming, nostalgic Memory is kind. Photographing plants, rural areas, old houses, ancient buildings and ancient villages and towns, these kind of existence around us, the scenery in life does not need to be gorgeous, only familiar. Welcome to follow, bookmark, forward, and leave your words.