? In midsummer, comb shops are everywhere in the countryside. The leaves are green, and the seventy-two peaks are covered with a green carpet. Green is bright and dazzling. In the caves of Sanqiu Yard, the seedlings are flourishing, the breeze is blowing and the blue waves are rippling. Birds in the tree are singing, and insects in the field are chirping.
? Some fruit trees behind the farmhouse are ripe; The hearts are covered with peach branches; Only oranges with small fists are hidden in orange leaves. Approaching citrus, you can see that green fruits are covered with branches, which is pregnant with the hope of autumn harvest.
? A group of newly hatched chicks in their family are digging around with the old hen, and they hide when they find someone coming. The farmer's grandmother stood in front of her house, clutching a handful of rice. "Goo ... sentimental ... Goo ..." She called the chicken for fear of being discovered by the weasel. A pair of swift lived under the eaves next door, and the little guys were whispering; The countryside is quiet and serene.
? This tranquility makes people feel lifeless. In the memory of my hometown and village, when the first ray of sunshine shone on the water surface of the ancient well in the east of the village, the ancient well was already full of early risers. Aunt Wu pulled the pig grass back from the ground very early and was cleaning it in the stream near the well. Wu Bo and Kibo's buckets are also filled with cool well water. Six dads who got up early to see the water in Yangshan Mountain, with cigarette sticks in their hands, were shining on the foggy path. At that time, this land was full of vitality in the world, and the scene of prosperity is still vivid today.
? Most of the people who stay in the mountain village now are middle-aged and elderly people, women and children. Many people gathered under the old maple tree at the entrance of the village to play cards were shivering. More and more fields are abandoned, and there are no abandoned paddy fields, but also old people who know their destiny, even their flowers and plants. They bent down and still stubbornly stuck to the land they had cultivated for decades. The once winding path has been completely restored by nature, with lush vegetation. Trees growing along rivers and streams have covered rivers and streams and become a veritable "underground river". When the water rises, the white garbage floating down from the upstream is placed on the weeds and hung on the branches by the stream. On a sunny day, it is especially dazzling under the sunlight.
? With the rapid development of urbanization today, the decline of rural areas is inevitable. Young people can't resist the temptation of the city and enter the city in large numbers to find opportunities to change their destiny. Many people have integrated into the cities they have worked hard for, bought houses and settled down. The territory of the city is getting bigger and bigger, with more and more buildings, higher and higher, and more and more people; There are fewer and fewer people in the mountain village and they are getting older. Although there are one or two new houses occasionally, few people live there. Some houses have collapsed, covered with green weeds, and the homestead has become a barren hill.
What will my mountain village look like in a few years? Maybe I will go back to the story my grandfather once told me about them: all kinds of animals run in the mountains, tigers break into farmhouses from time to time, and tall trees cover the sky. In a few years, all kinds of ghost stories and fairy tales will be deduced in the countryside. Perhaps, that country is beautiful.
It's just that I still miss the small village in my childhood memory, the small village that was once filled with smoke!