"Plowing the fields during the day and night, the children in the village look after each other. Children and grandchildren are not prepared to farm and weave, but also learn to grow melons in mulberry shade. " On a lazy afternoon in summer, listening to the children next door shaking their heads and reciting poems under the grape trellis, the sweet children's voices and the slightly curly wind came to my face, which immediately drove away the summer drowsiness and brought distant memories to my mind.
This is a sunny night, a summer, an ancient dream and childhood. In Xiangxiang's memory, it is the broken hair on his forehead that was wet with sweat after a nap, the cute and big hero who played in his sleep, and the blushing cheeks and dull eyes after waking up.
Pushing open the half-opened wooden door, some old people have gathered under the lush locust tree to enjoy the cool. Wheat-colored skin is the testimony of their half-life dealing with the land. There are generous and gentle smiles on their faces, and handfuls of dark and incomplete cattail leaf fans are swaying in their hands for a long time. They have reached the age of sixty, and it seems that they are still longing for the smell of yellow land, stubbornly staying in the old house, enjoying flowers in spring, enjoying the cool in summer, harvesting wheat in autumn and watching snow in winter. It was a happy old age for them.
If the yellow land is the emotional sustenance of the older generation, then children are their hope for the future. Most of them are enjoying the loess flavor, but also enjoying the family happiness of their children and grandchildren. They often squint slightly, showing their broken teeth, and look at their grandchildren chasing after each other in the sun. The most common saying is: Oh, run slowly and don't knock! In the distance, an old man came slowly on a bicycle. The popular Phoenix brand is the wish of many people when they are young. At this time, the "Old Phoenix" has been modified, adding a child's back seat. Einstein once said that a person's value should be based on what he has contributed, not what he has achieved. This bicycle, when it is painted in bright colors, is a right-hand man for that generation in transportation and travel. Now the years have mottled its whole body, and it bends down to hold up the carefree childhood of another generation. Even if you are old and become a pile of scrap iron, you may still stand in the corner and become a party's dependence. Perhaps this is the importance that the old people attach to the dedication of their lives.
For me, childhood is simple and pure. Old trees sprout new buds, dead trees bloom again, tender the years and leave fragrance for the years. There are no noisy and busy factories around, only geese passing by in the village. There is no yearning for luxury goods in cafes, and buses are just people's talk after dinner. My heart is less enthusiastic and more poetic. I want to live poetically in the countryside, simple, simple and pure.
Under the old locust tree, the sleepy cat fell asleep, yawned and fell asleep again. A wisp of kitchen smoke rises from a distance, which indicates that the summer day is coming to an end and calls the children to go home for dinner.
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