shou qiu

Back to the countryside, it was just when the villagers were busy in autumn. Men and women were busy in the field, breaking off corn, pulling soybean, picking Mountain wood and digging sweet potatoes at this time in previous years, I am also among them. I will fly home with a basket of mountain wood or a basket of corn sticks. As the big wooden cabinet in the central room was a little thick, my tired steps would gradually slow down. But now, I stood blankly, looking at the busy and excited figures of the villagers. I could only feel sincerely happy for them in my heart. My land has been deserted since my father died. Some of them were naturally abandoned when returning farmland to forests, and some of them were covered with the mountain Wood and walnut trees planted by my father before his death. The Busy harvest of autumn was all given to the neighbors, I also became an idler when I came back to the village in the busy autumn season, but I knew that they cherished every piece of land and also understood the simple truth that people were diligent and not lazy. There was too much rain this year, and the flood happened again. The annual growth was not particularly good. Many potatoes were blown away in the flood, and the corn was not full to the tip, due to the cold in the late spring when blooming at the beginning of the year, the mountain Wood did not bear much fruit, but the soybean grains were full. When the brother-in-law who was nearly sixty years old said these words, his face was quiet, and there was no sign of complaining. I know he is comforting himself and forgiving God. Brother-in-law carefully harvested buckwheat and soybean in the field, just like a tassel collector. He walked past and had to come back for a few glances. In order to drop a stick of soybean, he bent down again, carefully pinched it and pulled it up. He seemed to hold a sleeping baby tightly in his arms. The elder sister had been ill several years ago, and she was not in good health, but she was also busy in the field. Her dress was still so simple that the blue jacket was already gray, which matched her slightly gray hair. My nephew and niece both went to Yueqing, Zhejiang province to work, leaving them, like two old corns standing proudly in the autumn field. Yes, these are the two crops that can’t be done with cold and hot weather, except that the years bend their backs and the wind and frost turn their black hair white, what else can change their faith and expectation for autumn? What do you want to plant, what do you want to harvest, your own land is decided by yourself. How much can be planted and how much can be collected are not all decided by yourself, let alone by God. Let’s have a good discussion between sweat and rain, and cooperate with each other. The old corn after autumn must crack its golden teeth, smile from ear to ear. I asked my brother-in-law whether to plant wheat after autumn, and he said: plant! It is certain that the grain price rises. It is said on TV that the state encourages farmers to grow grain, and the grain is protected and the lowest purchase price. Maybe the grain price next year will go up a lot. The elder sister also hurriedly added, “people coaxed people for a while, and they coaxed people for a year. This year, if the famine went on, they would not be able to take over the local atmosphere in the future. Looking at the busy figures of my elder sister and brother-in-law, I suddenly felt the charm of the land. I found that it was the atmosphere of the land mentioned by my elder sister that raised their spirits and moistened them. My nephew and niece have persuaded them many times to stop farming and move to their newly built house in the county. First, they take care of them. Second, they are getting old, it was time to enjoy the happiness, but they said that they were reluctant to go, saying that they could not leave the land. If they left, they would feel uncomfortable and would get sick. I thought it was an excuse, but now I understand that the land really cares about them and keeps them. The land did not speak for the whole life, but the words were all given to the grain and entrusted to the local atmosphere. That is actually not profound, but we just don’t understand and can’t figure it out when we live in the city. Standing at the edge of the land, I silently bless my fellow villagers in my hometown. May they all live healthily and happily, cultivate and harvest on their own land. Even though the harvest like this year is not very abundant, they are self-satisfied and enjoy the joy given by the land. 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