It was late spring and the rice had just been harvested. In spring, the golden sunshine pours on the warm land, the morning glory lingers on the fence, the island birds on the ridge trees are chasing, and the bamboo shoots in the bamboo forest break through the ground. It is really a very happy feeling in the world to listen carefully to the sound of plants emerging from the ground and growing in the sun.
The farmer and I sat next to the rice, which had spread out in the field. Due to the sunshine, the rice shone with golden luster, and the farmer's skin was stained with a thick copper color. I am a guest of the farmer's house. Just now, we poured out the rice together and plowed it flat ―― not flat, but pushed it into a small mountain range, ridge after ridge, so that the rice on both sides of the "mountain range" could get the sun at the same time. Millet seems to have been dried like this for thousands of years, because when the sun shines and the eight-claw rake pushes the ridge line into the original valley bottom, the rice turns over and all the millet buried in it turns to the sunny side-this is more effective and balanced than the plane, which is simply a philosophy of Yin and Yang.
The farmer fanned the sweat on his face with his hat and turned to me and said, "Take a deep breath."
I took a deep breath and spit it out slowly.
He said, "Do you smell anything?"
"What I smell is rice, which is a little fragrant." I said.
He smiled and said, "This is not the smell of rice, but the smell of sunshine."
The smell of sunshine? I looked at him puzzled.
The young farmer led me to the middle of the rice, reached out and grabbed a handful of sunny millet, told me to sniff hard, and the ripe aroma of rice jumped into my chest; Then, he grabbed a handful of muddy millet and buried it in it for me to smell, without fragrance. This experiment surprised me deeply, and I felt the magic of sunshine. Why is it that only suntanned millet has fragrance? The young farmer said that he didn't know, and he found it by accident while turning rice in the sun. At that time, he was still a college student. During the summer vacation, he occasionally helps and imagines the colorful life in the city. As he basked in the sun in the valley, he found the fragrance of the sun, which made him determined to stay in his hometown. We sat at the dinner table and talked about the smell of sunshine. Then I almost smelled the clothes I had just dried when I was a child, the newly dried quilt and the newly dried calligraphy and painting. The smell of light flowed from my childhood. Since the dryer appeared, the smell of clothes has disappeared in my memory. I never thought it was sunshine.
The farmer has his own philosophy. He said, "You urbanites should not underestimate the sunshine. When there is sunshine, the air tastes different. Just say the flowers are fragrant. Did you distinguish the flowers in the sun from those in the house? "
I said, "What about cordate telosma and epiphyllum?"
He smiled even more proudly: "It is a kind of yin fragrance, not strong."
I just sit at the edge of the meal and take deep breaths again and again, hoping to taste the fragrance of the sun. Seeing that I am so serious, the farmer said, "In fact, you don't need to take a deep breath to smell it, but your sense of smell has deteriorated in the city."
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What's going on
Zhou Wei
Grandma in the sun always sits on the Wo Ping with a sunny face, watching her vines in front of the Wo Ping lure snakes to climb the melon rack and turn green slowly. Then, a small yellow flower opened, and another small yellow flower opened.
In a few days, the beautiful little yellow flowers disappeared one after another. I looked around and saw many cucumbers, four or five inches big and two or three inches short, hanging all over the sky, such as spindles and sticks.
I walked around under the melon rack, either looking or touching, or measuring the length, or comparing the size, or marking. Suddenly, I made an amazing discovery and asked my grandmother sitting in the sun anxiously, "Grandma, look, look, why is it wrinkled and pimpled when it was born?"
Where's grandma? She just laughed and touched the melon over and over again. The wrinkled melon is smooth, shiny and pleasant to listen to on grandma's hand.
I took the melon from my grandmother and said it must be wronged. It must be the little yellow flower who died early. So annoying and bitter! Grandma's smile froze, and I instantly saw the wrinkles of bitter gourd on her face flash by.
My guess was quickly confirmed. Grandma picked the melon and cooked it. As soon as one piece was put in her mouth, I cried. "Bitter, bitter to death!" " "From then on, I will never eat bitter gourd again.
Later, once, grandma took a red pepper candy and forced me to submit. Grandma smiled and said to me, "Drink a few more tablets, and then, have a aftertaste." The red pepper candy in grandma's hand is dangling in front of my eyes. I put a bitter gourd in my mouth. I think I closed my eyes. It still tastes bitter. When the bitterness gradually fades away, a slightly cool and sweet taste rises to the tip of the tongue and mouth, and then it feels refreshing, happy and comfortable. The meat is thick, crisp and sweet, and the taste is long. Grandma said that although it is bitter, it can dispel pathogenic heat and relieve fatigue. I don't care what grandma says, I just think this melon, named after its bitter taste, can be eaten and cured, but it has suffered.
Grandma has a soft spot for bitter gourd, so she cooks it for me in different ways: stir-fry it like vegetables, stir-fry it like meat dishes, cook it like bitter gourd broth, stir-fry it like eggs ... The best thing is to cut the bitter gourd balls, dig out the flesh of bitter gourd, put it in boiling water and cook it for half a life with strong fire, then take it out and drain it; Chop lean meat, add chopped green onion and salt, add potato powder, and stir to make stuffing; Stuff minced meat into a hollow balsam pear jar and fry it in an oil pan. When the minced meat on both sides of the cylinder is slightly Huang Shi, add soup, ginger and garlic and cook together. Add salt and monosodium glutamate before cooking. Bitter gourd is cool, lean meat is fresh and sweet, and its color and flavor are beautiful.
Since then, I have to go to the melon shelf every day to see those baby bumps. Grandma still sits on the lawn in the sun every day. The melons under the melon rack are getting bigger every day, and the green skin turns yellow.
One day, I saw a melon with a big mouth, revealing the red flesh inside. I'll take it off at once and send it to grandma at once. Grandma tore the melon completely with cracks, revealing more and more beautiful red pulp. Grandma tore a piece of red pulp and put it in my mouth. She smiled and said to me, "You try." I dare not chew, just lick it with my tongue, which is actually very sweet!
I can't help but sigh for this melon: unexpectedly, it finally showed its brightness and sweetness in a self-explosive way!
I found myself growing rapidly in the sun. Of course, this growth largely depends on my growth in taste. I have more and more feelings and experiences about this taste.
For example, for bitter gourd, after I slowly realized the bitter taste, I can really quench my thirst, relax my bowels, clear my heart, improve my eyesight and replenish qi. What is even more touching is that bitter gourd is bitter, love is bitter, and life is also bitter. If you really appreciate it, you will always share joys and sorrows.
Many years later, grandma was buried next to her bitter gourd rack. It was a sunny day. On that day, I thoroughly knew that grandma was a bitter person all her life. When she was a child, her parents died early. At the age of eight, she became a servant girl, and later married the landlord as a little wife. ...
In everyone's impression, grandma always sits on the lawn in front of the house and greets people who come and go with a sunny face. Move a stool and invite you to sit down; Bring you a cup of tea. Take a message. She does it for her. She is very responsible and never makes mistakes. She will lend you an umbrella when it rains. In hot summer, she will lend you a straw hat or hat, and you can return it whenever you want. When I meet you at dinner, I'm sure you will be invited to sit down. There is no oil, salt, sauce, vinegar or tea, and the children still lack tuition fees. Most of them borrow money from their grandmothers ... Grandmothers always seem to be "avalokitesvara" talking and laughing, bringing joy and sweetness to others.
I went back to my hometown that day and walked under the bitter gourd shelf. I see a small yellow flower in full bloom.
When I left the bitter gourd rack, I suddenly heard a sentence: it's hot and dry, come to a bowl of bitter gourd mixed with porridge! This is grandma's voice, so kind and warm.
What's going on
Hong Mei
(1) What can sunshine taste? A long time ago, a poor and happy girl let me know the taste of sunshine.
(2) When I was in junior high school, I spent time in a remote village. That kind of hardship is beyond my imagination today after more than ten years. The town is in ruins and the school is so shabby. We have a dozen girls huddled in an adobe mud house. Summer is easier said than done, and winter is cold and humid, just like an igloo. Every night before going to bed, we can't help complaining. Only Fang never complained. She wore patched clothes and ate pickles, but her face was still full of smiles.
Because the weather is cold and the house is damp, we often take the quilt out to dry. Once, Fang and I went to collect the quilt. Sunset is the best time, the golden afterglow shines obliquely, the quilt is tanned, and it is soft and warm in your arms. "The sunshine tastes good!" Fang buried his head in the big quilt and sniffed deeply. "What's the smell of sunshine?" I think it's strange.
Fang smiled shyly: "It's quite warm. I don't know. You can smell it when you smell it hard. "
I did as Fang said, but I didn't smell anything. However, from then on, I remembered Fang and Fang's words.
It's been many years since I heard others talk about the smell of sunshine for the second time. During this period, I finished junior high school and high school, went to college, and then stayed in the provincial capital to work. Ten years passed quickly, and Fang's story faded away in indifference. It was not until that bright spring day the year before last that I walked at the foot of the mountain and came out clearly from the mixed memories.
It was a Sunday. The sun is shining and the sky is high. I played with some friends on the grass at the foot of the mountain. A very soft voice came with the wind: "The sunshine tastes really good." My in the mind suddenly a surprised. Looking inside, a middle-aged woman is sitting on the green grass with a lively and beautiful girl in her arms. The middle-aged woman narrowed her eyes and cocked her head slightly. The sunshine filled her face, with a shallow happy smile on it.
"Mom, what's the smell of sunshine? Why can't I smell it? " The girl shook her mother's arm. The middle-aged woman smiled. She patted her daughter on the head: "Close your eyes and smell with your heart, and you can smell it." The girl really closed her eyes and closed them for a long time. When she opened her eyes again, her eyes were glittering and translucent: "Mom, is it hard to be in the dark?"
(9) Middle-aged women don't seem to see their daughters' tears. She smiled again: "silly child, how can mother be uncomfortable?" I can smell the sunshine, I can hear the song of the wind, and I can hear the sound of your bones growing. It's too late for mom to be happy! "
I suddenly realized that the middle-aged woman turned out to be blind. This discovery shocked my heart. Somehow, Fang smiled happily in the sunset with the quilt in her arms. I once read an article "The Sound of Flowers Blooming". At that time, I didn't know what sound flowers could make, but the author said that the sound of flowers blooming was beautiful, but only those who love life and look at the world with gratitude would hear it.
⑾ I close my eyes tightly and feel the touch of the sun with my heart. The wind is warm and gentle, like a mother's hand. Sunlight melts in the wind and slowly flows through my face, my body and my soul, with the fragrance of flowers and plants and the wonderful sound of insects and butterflies spreading their wings. Everything is beautiful, and being born in this world is a kind of happiness.
⑿ There is something cool running down my cheek, and I know it is a long-lost tear. Suddenly, I smelled a smell, clear and shallow, just like our normal life. I think it may be the smell of sunshine.
I looked for it. It's probably this song by Lin Qingxuan. When you say the smell of sunshine, you should mean the full text. At first I thought the person who wrote this article was called' Qunwen'!
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