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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si yue. Rest

It is warm and beautiful, the spring flowers are delicate, and the soft wind is thin and lazy. When it was the most gentle and charming year, the stiff and vigorous qi which was linked to the eyebrows spread away and dissipated. In such a season, it is not tiring, decadent, ill or hurt, nor willing to have a sonorous and high-spirited atmosphere. Sunny days are getting more and more, the sun is as beautiful as eyes, looking forward to the warmth in the blue sky and green land. Wearing a cloud Crown diagonally on the distant mountain, he secretly hid behind the jungle to see the sea; While the Willow pulled up the mist timidly, half exploring and half covering, and shone the shadow of the water crazily. Occasionally, there will be three or two days, which are delicate, humid and rainy, as if lovers were gently touching their ears, with soft whispers posted on them. So I closed my eyes slightly, and my hands looking at the wind quietly lifted a curtain of silk rain, and a wisp of water smoke and several Yan Ying were saved, leaving you with great pride, I am afraid that I will rest in the heart of the world in this fragrant April. After a break, the dust fell down; After a visit, I was surprised that the Chinese year was far away. April is flourishing, even though there is Willow smoke and apricot rain, it is no longer used to regulate fat and dye Zhu Yan. With a slight sigh, I was blown off the surface of the water, and the waves were light, and there was no trace. This Wang was like the old spring water, forcing all the coldness accumulated in his eyes. That year, that January, that lonely fireworks was born and drowned in his chest. The place where you come from is slim, and you pass the mountain faintly all the way. When you are silent, you will never feel lost in the past. Did I pass by time, or did time pass by me? When I asked my eyebrows, I asked my soul to disappear, so I had to watch the Spring Breeze mix the sunshine into a glass of wine and shake it by the fence. Before drinking, there was already a spicy seal on the throat, so I knew that the smile on the lips this time would eventually be far-fetched. Just as the flowers blossomed at that time, they drank into drunkenness and talked happily with the wine, but they didn’t expect the noise to end, so they had to hold a lonely memorial ceremony. Therefore, once Qinghuan became the reason for frequently looking back. After a second thought, I realized that there was no one who was right or wrong in life. A lot of things are not unable to enter our life, but they have come and gone, throwing several sharp fragments, which split our lost eyes. They are at a loss for a moment and don’t know whether to stay or not. The breeze on the branches murmured, with the graceful rhyme of songs and the blank space of poems. Facing the window, I watched thousands of clouds and water quietly, which turned into a glance of resentment. The ideal is open and falling; The smoke and rain are thick and light; The dust is heavy and light. So full of sorrow and joy, it gradually faded, and faded away, neither flattered or hurt. Three hundred games detour, eight thousand miles of rivers and lakes cloud smoke, spread in a corner of the green lapel, wipe out the countless threads of acupuncture, and achieve a clear smile to death. The straw clothes of fate only support the dust and sand all the way, but it is difficult to carry through the vast expanse of smoke. Many people, many things, not the same? Only oneself can be counted as the one who is truly absorbed by the mind. Youth, ideal, love and career are all a great relay on the track of time. After each of them gives you a ride of chase, they will eventually retreat quietly. It is clear that alienation is inevitable. 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