Field blowing

The day before yesterday, my mother said to me: the small pool beside the ground is full of silt. You can dig it when you are free. I replied casually: Oh, I see. My mother was just like this. She was over sixty years old, and she got up early and came back late. She liked to work in the field and plant some side dishes. She was not tired and very comfortable. Seeing that the vegetables she planted were ripe, the old man has a pleasant feeling of harvest. Regardless of hardship, no complaints or regrets, consciously live a full life. In the morning, after breakfast, I walked to the field alone with a spade. Along the way, I watched the green crops flying in the wind. I remembered that when I was a child, I chased and played with my friends in the field and got close to the soil in spring again and again with bare feet. Although the soil was still very cold, the cold air rushing upward along the foot has a biting feeling, but there is still unspeakable happiness. After a while, when I came to the ground, a gust of wind rose, but I saw the wind rolling the wild field and exposing the heavy fireflies to the grass. I felt a little cold, it was May Day, and in the low mountains, the moon was still weak in the morning, in this warm and cold spring morning. I began to dig the silt. Soon after, I felt hot. I took off my clothes and barefoot, and had the closest contact with the mud again. Holding a handful of soil and smelling it under my nose, I felt the Fragrance Flowing into my lungs. The fragrance of soil rippled all over my body. My trembling hands shook off the blue and yellow ground, and startled the charming warbler perched on the branches, just crying. The mud Ridge extends far away, and an old man sits quietly on the land not far away. The old man held his hands around his knees, holding a cigarette in one hand, slowly lifted it to his mouth, took a deep breath, and slowly put it back to his knees. His eyes looked straight at the field, with his hoe lying horizontally under his ass. Through the vicissitudes of time, the old man has been gray, and the wrinkles on his forehead have bent like Ravines. At this moment, the old man squinted his eyes eagerly and stared at the front attentively. Hello, old man, what are you looking? I sat down beside him, afraid of being surprised by him, and asked softly, “the wind of spring, the old man, without thinking, even had no time to take out the cigarette that had been put out in his mouth. I couldn’t help stunned by the wind of spring? A little meditation, yes, the old man turned back, turned his face, loosened his hands on his knees, threw the cigarette in his mouth, and saw that I was still stunned, then he nodded slightly at me and said with a smile, “the wind in spring is good! Is there any difference between spring wind? I still puzzled? Bewildered asked. In fact, the wind itself is no different. The difference is just your mood in spring. The old man took a breath and said, “in the environment full of love, the wind in spring is not frivolous or irritable. It is gentle and beautiful, and can urge the new Green of life, can dissolve the frozen heart. After a pause, the old man continued: in the mood full of resentment, the spring wind is steep and cold, which makes you off guard, but that is the real spring wind, just like nothing in life is eternal, the real world is changeable. The old man said and pointed at the crops in the field: just like them, they kept twisting their bodies in the spring breeze. Is they grateful or struggling and resisting?. Yes, everything has its unusual rules and opportunities, and nothing can be ignored. Even if everything in the world is like this, then not all things in life should be revealed, sometimes what I endure is more inestimable depth! Looking at the old man, thinking about what he said made me respect the old man who looked inconspicuous. The old man not only had such meticulous thoughts, but also had unique wisdom and understanding, he is not like a farmer at all, but he is a real farmer, a simple and healthy old farmer! The spring wind blows from the fields, gentle and gentle, peaceful and free. It blows across the road, across the river, across the crops, it blows past me, blowing my hair, my clothes were blown away, my heartstrings were pulled out, and my feeling of joy gradually began to fly with the wind. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. 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Hometown of the Four Seasons

To be honest, I don’t have much prejudice and preference on seasons. In the northwest mountain of my hometown, seasons are very clear all the year round, and every season has its advantages, each season has its own shortcomings. Let’s say Spring is warm, and both the elderly and children like it. But spring is usually the slack season. I remember that when I was young, from beginning of spring to early spring, people usually seemed to have nothing to do. Only before March of Yangchun and after spring ploughing and sowing, did people become busy. That was in the past, now it’s different. In recent years, because there are more people going out to work, there are always people going out to work from the Spring Festival to the beginning of February. The Spring Moon became the season for people to leave home. The rolling army of migrant workers rushed from the narrow mountains and valleys to the broad and prosperous city like the tide. In this season, the noise of villages, towns and towns is going to be lonely. Most of the young people are out, which adds a layer of loneliness to the remote and quiet villages. Just like the light fog on the slope of the mountain, it cannot be brushed. However, in summer, the sun is scorching and the flowers, plants and crops are abundant. Children and adults can go to the gurgling Riverside to swim and take a shower. On the hillside, Locust rushed to play and sing. In the woods, there was cicadas singing tirelessly. And the wheat field which was waist-deep was full of the refreshing smell that wheat was going to mature. However, in this season, there is always heavy rain in labor. A heavy rain often makes the crops in the field stagger, and also fills the winding mountain road exposed in the deep valley ditch with mud, making it difficult for people and vehicles to walk. I remember that at the age of primary school, once the flood broke out because of the rainstorm, half of our villages were driven by the flood. The scene is still like the story picture in the comic book, deeply left in the memory of the mind. Relatively speaking, autumn is better. No wind and rain, clear sky, and a clean cool, is a people harvest season. Therefore, this season is a happy and grand moment for hometown and people. The amount of harvest in farmland in a year depends on this time. But this season is also a season that is easy to make people feel sad and sigh. I am afraid that the Autumn Festival will come, and the yellow leaves will decline! The fallen flowers withered, the autumn leaves drifted, the water in the Riverway became cold, the children’s xi xi sound was sparse, the hillside slowly faded away and the crops began to become sparse and empty, the autumn rain one after another finally attracted the complaint of the west wind: it’s cool for a long autumn! Then, groups of wild geese flew to the south. Winter? Although there are thousands of miles of ice and thousands of miles of snow in the winter of my hometown; The mountain dance silver snake, the original wax elephant. The spirit and scenery, but the cold in winter is what adults and children don’t like. Especially in the Sanjiu weather, the cold wind is biting and the water drops into ice. It’s better to sit in front of the stove at home now. If you drive to the road, it will be really frozen, it is not rare to freeze the ears, fingers and heels. However, although the weather in winter was cold, it was a warm season in my heart. People who went out to work came back. On May Day, they sat on the hot Kang of their home, throwing poker and playing mahjong, and occasionally ordering small wine and dishes. The best is that there are several festivals to be celebrated, one is Laba Festival, the other is small year, and the last is New Year’s Eve, which are all traditional festivals. Therefore, although winter is cold, it is a warm season. Although the weather in the South also changes in four seasons, compared with the climate in hometown, it is still less light and more hazy. Especially in winter, it seems that there is no snow here, remember or in 09 years weather ultracold of that back, I saw under the thin layer of frost, other time, rarely feel cold is what looks like. Speaking, this is also the advantage of the South, warm in winter. But I still often miss the season in my hometown, the green mountains and rivers in my hometown and the laughter of the old and children. Yeah! One cannot leave his hometown for too long, and he will miss it for too long, especially when the new year comes! Like (prose editor: prose online) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. 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