Beyond the hustle and bustle of the prosperous city, there is such a village. It is like a colorful painting scroll, quietly waiting for people to discover and interpret.
In spring, the village is covered with tender green. In the fields, new seedlings break through the soil, and the tender green leaves sway gently in the breeze, as if announcing the vigor of life to the world. The weeping willows by the river have also drawn out emerald green branches, like the green ribbons woven by nature for the village.
In summer, the village is a rich dark green. Tall trees have luxuriant foliage, forming green canopies that shade people from the scorching sun. The lotus leaves in the pond are crowded together, and the pink lotus flowers are dotted among the emerald green leaves. When the breeze blows, it brings waves of fragrance.
In autumn, the village puts on a golden dress. In the rice fields, the golden rice ears lower their heads, as if giving thanks for the nourishment of the earth. In the orchard, golden pears are hung all over the branches, and the red apples are like the blushing faces of children. Fallen leaves cover the country lanes, like laying a golden carpet on the earth.
In winter, the village is wrapped in white snow. Roofs, treetops, and fields are all covered with a thick layer of snow, and the entire village turns into a world dressed in white. Children laugh and play in the snow, leaving behind strings of cheerful footprints.
However, the colors of the village are not only limited to the natural colors of the four seasons. The curling smoke rising from chimneys is a warm gray; the simple smiles on the villagers' faces are the orange full of hope; the lights shining from every household at night are the warm yellow.
This village, with its unique color language, tells the stories of the years and conveys the warmth of life. Its colors are not only engraved on the earth but also deeply imprinted in the hearts of every villager, becoming the eternal homeland memory in their hearts.