Qingming

Every time around Qingming Festival, the world suddenly becomes busy. Trees are busy making branches and leaves, decorating the beauty of spring with pieces of broken jade. All kinds of flowers are competing to open, competing for excellence and beauty, looking forward, attracting bees and butterflies. Swallows spread their wings diagonally and shuttling back and forth in the air, calling friends to guide their companions, catching insects and mud, and building warm nests of love one by one with hard work. Before the Earth woke up from a deep sleep, it was loose and soft, so she greeted every guest who came into her side with sleepy eyes, offering them a wisp of fragrance. After experiencing the baptism of winter, the field was silent; Only a line of green potatoes had just spread out two round leaves. The rain seemed to be ashamed of the drying up of the winter, using diligence to make up for the past sins, fluttering, pattering, coming with the wind, going with the wind, 1.1 drops to lubricate everything in the world. As the saying goes, a year’s plan is in spring and spring, and a day’s plan is in the morning. The harvest of a year depends on the layout of the spring, which is exquisitely crafted; After the lively Spring Festival, the paper money in the pocket has already been empty, at the end of the street, there are always migrant workers shuttling back and forth from south to north. And all kinds of shops are also competing to open in this beautiful season. A wide variety of goods decorate the slightly cold streets after the year. Peddlers rode tricycles and shouted loudly all the way: selling vegetables, fertilizers, seeds, pesticides; Steamed buns, steamed noodles, fruits. The children’s eyes became straight. Although I knew clearly that the goods I bought in this way were not safe, everyone still gathered around to choose the goods they needed to take them conveniently and save some time. The grass is tender and green, and emerges from the soil one after another. The green is full of mountains and rivers, wilderness and Earth; The peach blossom is red, under the baptism of rain, the smiling face of the pink bag was spread out; The pear flower was tender and smooth, with rain and dew. Although there was no powder to decorate, the snow-white skin was still crisp and soft. Ashamed and silly butterfly, amused passers-by, couldn’t help pinching one or two on the head to decorate their own coquettish. On the hillside, groups of fat and strong goats bleated. Looking from a distance, they looked like pieces of white clouds. A robust cow was flying with four hoofs and its tail was high, running wildly all the way, starting pheasants one by one. A fat rabbit jumped out of the grass and rolled in panic, and drill to the grass nearby. The weeds in the field had already been cleaned up, and they were flat and neat, and the grains were fine and even; On the top of the field, piles of fermented black and faint soil manure were sizzling and steaming. Before and After Qingming Festival, plant melons and beans. In the vegetable garden in front of every household, people get up early and become greedy for the black, cultivate intensively, plant cowpea, order green beans, cultivate cucumber seedlings and watermelon seedlings. White plastic sheds were built on the fields, and the sheds were full of seedlings carefully cared by farmers, only waiting for them to grow and transplant into the fields. Time is really precious for rural people at this time. I hope the sky will light up early in the morning and the moon will fall late in the evening. Washing and cooking to send children to school, taking care of the elderly, cleaning the family, often tired out of breath, but unconsciously it is nearly noon. Just now, the sun was still at the top, and it was already sunset. Peanuts need to be sown, and grains need to be harvested in time. When spring fights for the Sun, and summer fights for the Sun, the banker should be early rather than late. This is the reason that every rural people understand. The hope of one year is in this short half month. Who doesn’t want to have more points? It rains constantly before and after Qingming Festival, and the following are several days. Those travellers who haven’t returned home, at this time, their hearts were like sprinkling a handful of salt, which added a little melancholy. The mood of returning home made them feel the cold of rain. They can only turn their thoughts into the power to move forward, speed up their pace, face the wind and rain, and pursue the direction of home. At this time, it was hard for those tourists who came back from afar. Although they didn’t stay in the sky, they had to go back for living after they had told their relatives to leave. They could only say goodbye to their relatives with tears through the rain wire, give the sadness of parting to the light clouds and the gray sky. Qingming Festival, scrambling. Children in school get up early, absorb fresh air, jump and run, and exercise their bodies stronger than trees and harder than stones. Fortunately, they take the lead in sports meetings; The classroom is full of books, recite words, ancient poems and beautiful sentences, and finally combine them with the rhythm of spring scenery in children’s minds into splendid articles. And at this time, it was also the busiest time for children to prepare for the senior high school entrance examination and the college entrance examination. 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