-Linjiang impression
Yin ling cha ren
The night by the river in late spring is quiet.
When the last sunset disappeared from the horizon, the mountains became blurred, and the rivers among them sparkled under the rising moon. Veil-like water vapor, flowing down the river and following the Shan Lan, slowly drifted into the mountain bay and gently brushed the black farmhouse surrounded by the citrus forest in the mountain bay. The smoke from Ran Ran kitchen rises and falls gently on the farmhouse, becoming a milky mist mixed with water vapor, which permeates the citrus forest.
The dense citrus forest stood quietly in the moonlight, and the vigorous branches and dark green leaves were meditating in the dark and motionless. Curved roots are deeply preserved in this barren mountain, and stubbornly spread around, silently transforming the limited nutrients in Shan Ye soil into infinite vitality, selflessly conveying them to trunks, branches and leaves, and all the way to the buds at the top of the tree. Gradually, the silvery orange blossom is just a fuzzy little white spot under the bright moon. Even on a bright spring day, she is so humble. Only in the late spring after the flowers bloom, she quietly sticks out small flowers from the layers of leaves and silently accepts the caress of the sun. The thick and moist petals look unpretentious, which is easy to remind people of mountain village children who often catch ants and play games under this tree during the day. Therefore, it is difficult to see beautiful butterflies in this forest: probably beautiful butterflies always pursue gorgeous peony and peony-although they don't bear fruit. Only hardworking bees seem to know the heart of orange blossom best, tirelessly drilling into the heart of orange blossom, humming confidently and brewing sweetness. But all this, on this night, is invisible. In the dark, you can only occasionally hear the plop of some orange petals falling to the ground. Only the orange blossom, which is still in full bloom, exudes her unique, fresh and intoxicating fragrance around, and gets into the huts and people's hearts, making people feel her warmth from the bottom of their hearts.
Deep in the citrus forest, the shabby hut has been supported for many years and looks senile. Stones, mud bricks, wooden boards and corn stalks added in different ages made the hut unrecognizable and had to hide in the citrus forest in shame. In the kitchen of the earthen house, the sweet potato porridge in the iron pot is singing loudly, emitting an attractive fragrance; Crispy grass crackled in the kitchen hall, and long flames stretched out from time to time, licking the bottom of the casserole and an old bacon covered with fireworks at the kitchen mouth, reflecting the youth of reading and reciting the text while making a fire, and also reflecting the father sitting at the door knitting a hat by light. The slender bamboo filaments danced and flickered in the intermittent firelight, dancing up and down along his father's clumsy fingers, and became the top and edge of the hat a little bit, and became a pile of hats around him. Father's weather-beaten face looked so focused in the firelight, as if he was just silently enjoying the happiness of sitting on a soft grass ball after work every day and enjoying the daydream brought by the annual orange flower. The leaf smoke in his mouth sometimes gives off bright light, only reflecting the smile on his face, which is extremely difficult to detect. Naive little sister snuggled up behind her father, with two strings of orange petals hanging on her chest, but she was still busy putting a string on Xiaohua Mall in her arms. The fragrant silvery white petals collected from the tree are loosely piled up in a pile, so that the kitten can secretly dig with its claws from time to time. At the moment, a high oil lamp that the whole family often lights at night is swaying in the stone pigsty behind the kitchen. The light slipped through the cracks in the stone and sprinkled on the leaves of citrus. Thin housewives, dressed mostly in old and new clothes, leaned against the pigsty around a waist with faded color and recognizable patterns, and carefully poured the swill mixed with rice bran and bean leaves into the pig trough. After squeezing each other for a while, several black pigs who had been quarrelling before finally decided their best position, quieted down, buried their long mouths deeply in thick water, swallowed eagerly and made a whirring sound. From time to time, they wagged their short tails and ears happily, splashing water on housewives. The housewife just brushed the chaff off her body, then habitually glanced at a lot of new bricks already covered with thick dust in the other corner of the pigsty, smiled with satisfaction and left with a lamp in her hand.
The light moved back to the kitchen. After a while, they moved to the main room. With the sound of washing feet, the light finally reached Westinghouse.
Everything around the farmhouse gradually calmed down. Even the occasional whispers of chickens and ducks and the barking of dogs disappeared. The light shone through the plastic cowshed window of Westinghouse on some orange flowers eavesdropping on private conversations.
"Today cut pig grass enough to feed a day. You are too tired to weed for a few days. I'll help you weed tomorrow. "
"Forget it, you are tired. Just sew my little sister's new clothes at home and wear them at Children's Day school."
"No, I'm here! Oh, today, Big Dog's teacher came to say that his grades were good and asked him to take the senior high school entrance examination. I think it's right for him to read more books. I promised, but I still said to wait until you come back. "
"well! Read it! Anyway, my hands have been loose in recent years. "
"See if his children have the ability to go to college, and let him read if he has the ability? According to his second uncle, what kind of agricultural college is suitable? The salary is not much, and I learn everything from farming, planting fruit trees, feeding chickens and feeding fish. "
"well! I see. Do you still learn to feed bees? I want to get some barrels of bees to feed next year. Speaking of money! I am afraid that it will be bad to be blessed. "
"In the afternoon, I went to see oranges. These flowers are better than last year. When the oranges are sold out in the second half of the year, I will buy some bricks and put them away. Plus the bricks bought in previous years, will it be enough to build a new house next year? "
"well! Almost! "
"Today, President Zhang of the middle school said that this policy will not change. I wonder, should we get some better citrus trees on the slope behind the house next year? My second cousin bought a small TV set when she was selling oranges last year-but they installed electric lights the year before. "
"well! That's good. I heard that we will also stay here next year. "
"This year's Chinese New Year, you can take my little sister to the city to see the dragon lantern, saying that last year was very lively and beautiful. You can also catch some chickens and send some oranges to your brother-in-law ... I haven't seen them for several years. "
"well! Go get it! "
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The sound died down, the lights went out, and even the snoring rose gently. People fell asleep in the fragrance of citrus flowers. For tomorrow's hard work, for the harvest after autumn, for the hope of next year, they fell asleep sweetly.
In the bright moonlight, the mountains quietly rise and fall, and the river flows slowly. Only citrus flowers embrace people, huts and spring nights, and embrace the world with stronger My Sweetie fragrance than during the day, silently gestating sweet fruits.