On the mountain and beams where the singing echoed, "Second sister”Watched day and night；On the mountain beams carrying hope，Farmers driving cattle and sheep，Move forward fearlessly a thousand times。shangeliangliang，A place where stories are brewed，A place that haunts the soul。

Left the noisy city，Back here with the kids。A slope above and a depression below，The rich earthy smell is mixed in it，Make people feel more at ease。This feeling reminds me of playing in the mountains with my brothers and sisters when I was a child，Catch fish in the river，Roasting sweet potatoes in the M88 gamecave，The happiness at that time was the simplest。

On this stretch of land，Patches of jujube trees stand steeply on the edge，Small jujubes like red agate tremble in the wind，Just a thought，Sour and sweet，It’s so coveted。The jujube tree is different from the ordinary jujube tree，It is covered with thorns，Let those who taste the sweetness pay the price of being scratched。Husband with my encouragement，Bite the bullet and pick some for me and the children，At the same time, I also appreciated the power of jujube trees。Long lost "shangeliangliang"The smell，I finally tasted it again。He saw us happy in the blink of an eye，I couldn’t help laughing，I temporarily forgot about the jujube tree "Unkind”。

Look around，The mountains are full of harvest scenes: fiery red sorghum、Golden corn、Dooping sunflower，The ground is covered with red dates...the breeze is blowing，Falling leaves，Beautiful paving on the beams in the mountains，We are the people in the painting，We are the souls on the beams。Breathing the fruity, vanilla and earthy scent all the way，Not long，We climbed from the bottom of the mountain M88 gameto the top。Look far into the distance，Hard-working farmers walk in the beautiful picture，Their faces are filled with the joy of harvest。A hare jumped out from the grassy beach，He ran away without a trace in the blink of an eye。The sky is cloudless，Light blue is like a canvas。My son is playing happily on the mountain，Suddenly lowered his head and pointed at the ground and asked: "Dad，What is this black bean?？"I took a closer look，It turns out to be sheep dung！That’s it，The family walked down the mountain laughing and joking。

The sunset，We brought stools，Sitting under the old elm tree，With family，Looking at the sunset and sunset，Sometimes walking on the country road，Smell the fragrance of earth and grass，A sense of happiness arises spontaneously。This situation and this scene，Only in my heart can I truly understand the happiness of falling leaves returning to their roots。

I came from the mountains and beams，With hope，With pride，Taste the flavors of life，Going back now，Walking on this rich land，A local accent、A wisp of smoke、A piece of jujube tree... makes me cry。(Information Technology Operation and M88 appMaintenance Branch Qiao Jiao)