Text/Luohe Star
The real autumn is already deep, but I like to hide in the autumn of memory.
Autumn always comes as always, and the running time of annual rings
Text/Luohe Star
The real autumn is already deep, but I like to hide in the autumn of memory.
Autumn always comes as always, and the running time of annual rings is advanced, so we will always have a full autumn. It seems like yesterday's autumn, and it seems to have been there all the time.
Autumn is as full as ever. Red apples hang on the branches, and yellow ears of wheat bend over Yamanoda's head. All kinds of crops are ripe and all kinds of fruits are fragrant. How high the sky is and how lingering the rain is. Autumn always leaves love and dedication to the world again and again with the same face.
I have always liked this rich autumn.
But if I really want to understand the charm of autumn, it is still that autumn-it will always exist in my memory.
When I was a child, I lived in the countryside all day. Whenever autumn comes, I always see all kinds of harvested crops in the yard. I am always moved by the richness of autumn, eating and harvesting all kinds of memories left by autumn. Even after many years away from the land and farming, it seems that all this happened yesterday.
My parents are out-and-out farmers and have lived in that land in their hometown all their lives. Work at sunrise and rest at sunset. Like all rural people, spring ploughing, summer sowing, autumn harvest and winter storage. As for everything on land, parents are experts. Under this influence, we naturally know everything on the land, and our memory of him will never be erased. Although I am an adult, I have basically got rid of everything on the land and got rid of the life that needs to face the loess and face the sky. But these memories stay in time and become the wine of memories. The longer mika.
In all these memories, autumn has become a symbolic existence. Autumn was the most charming when I was a child. In my impression, there are many fields in our family. At that time, returning farmland to forests had not been realized, and most of the land was planted with various crops. In autumn, everyone, old and young, is busy harvesting autumn. There are four people in our family, father, mother, sister and me. This family combination doomed us to rely on our parents for all our work. At best, we just help carry boxes and other small things.
After the arrival of autumn, the crops in the field began to mature one after another, and we began to harvest autumn according to certain rules. Potatoes ripen underground when most of their leaves wither. My father used a hoe to dig potatoes planted on the flat or sloping land out of the soil, and we followed him in the laundry basket made by my father. Looking at baskets of potatoes, and then put them into snakeskin bags, snakeskin bags, my father drove the ox cart or donkey cart and pulled them home. Only by storing potatoes in the cellar outside the yard can the work be completed.
Sometimes when the year is good, the potatoes grown at home will have a bumper harvest. I often see my parents busy with Dai Yue. Big potatoes were picked out by mom to sell some money. While they wait, they are stored and kept for one year. The smaller ones are either fed to pigs or ground into starch. I still often remember helping my mother stir the black mass of broken potatoes when I was a child, washing them over and over again, and finally turning them into white starch.
Autumn harvest is a happy and tiring job, but mom and dad are always busy when it is not bright. When my brother and sister slept until dawn, the sun shone into the cave through the gap in the window, my mother came home and began to prepare breakfast, and my father continued to be busy in the field. When we all have breakfast, we will take my father's share of the meal to the field. My father just eats a meal in the field and sits on the rag or the soil or the stone beside the field. I think the food from the pot to the jar will be cold when it is taken from home to the ground, but my father never complains.
Although the autumn harvest is very tired, people always have a smile on their faces. After a busy day, families sometimes sit together. The ingredients for dinner are the freshest harvest of the day. After mom's simple cooking, it became a delicious meal. Pumpkin boiled beans, steamed potatoes, steamed sweet potatoes, and even fresh dates all have unique flavors. Although there is little oil and water, this kind of dinner reminds me of its benefits from time to time when I am an adult.
The memory of autumn, besides my indelible childhood memory, is that I studied abroad until I went to work and had a family. As adults, my brother and sister started their own lives, just like an eagle leaving its nest. Father and mother have become a landscape that we always care about in our hometown. Like most people, we left our parents and our former home, so we broke everything. Childhood life is no longer alive. With the development and changes of the times and the aging of our parents, we have lost a lot. But even so, every autumn brings me infinite warmth. In recent years, my father planted many fruit trees in my hometown, but my mother still planted all kinds of crops in spring as always, and there were still many harvests in autumn, so that I could drive home late for what my mother planted every autumn or winter, and then drive away with full harvest. I am a teacher, and my free time is winter and summer vacation or National Day holiday. And the autumn harvest happens on the National Day every year.
Whenever National Day comes, I have to go home. It was really inconvenient when I didn't buy a car before, and my mother often didn't prepare much. Later, I drove my own car and came home with a full load: here is a little poem that reflects this.
Forever home
Text/Xiaojie
There are holidays on National Day this year.
This is a special day for me.
Fatigue and discomfort in children
Plus, I'm worried that my father is alone at home.
Unable to cope with the upcoming autumn harvest war
It is also because of the mother's own physical illness.
Mother, think twice
Or decided to go home and take care of the children?
Babaili Fan Xiang Road
One hundred thousand centering swords
I took my mother with me.
And a pair of young sons.
In this golden autumn October
Go back to my hometown again
Hometown in autumn
Vivid
Especially the jujube trees on both sides of the road.
The leaves are mixed with yellow and green
Jujube red agate
Swing in the breeze
It seems that the homeless are being welcomed back.
Mother said that she left when the jujube trees were in bloom.
Now when I come back, the date is ripe.
The street of a small village in autumn rain
There are few pedestrians
When the car drove into the old village,
I saw my father's thin figure.
Holding a small umbrella
Silence is like an old tree in autumn rain.
Underage children
I am curious about everything in my hometown.
I know this has always been the case at home.
Only the cucumber rack in the yard was replaced by cabbage.
Jujube is everywhere in the yard.
Some fall, some fall with the wind.
I dare not step on it.
If you are not careful, let it go. This is a terrible surprise.
Corn is planted on a high platform in the corner of the yard.
Apples are red, hanging at the bottom of the slope like small lanterns.
Chengcheng Huang of the pear bent the branch.
Father picked a big basket of fresh grapes.
It's on the fireplace in the cave.
Pumpkins are still hanging on the side of the earthen wall courtyard, and they have not been received.
I'm worried that the autumn wind has blown up the millet.
We're still sleeping.
Father and mother get up at four in the morning.
Waiting for the sun to cast a shadow on the branches of jujube trees outside the courtyard wall
I dressed my youngest son when it was printed on the window lattice.
Mother has heated the cooked food in the pot.
I took two children on this day.
I visited the place where my grandparents lived.
Children are the happiest.
Is to take a small shovel
Dig around the mound
Maybe childhood without soil is not perfect.
The sun sets in the evening.
Father rides a newly bought tricycle.
Mother pulled the ox cart home in tandem.
Worked all day.
Dry food eaten in the wild for lunch.
It's not the time to smoke at night
The starry sky has come to an end
When dinner is ready.
It's already dark outside.
Timid children are afraid to stay alone in the yard.
I can't stay at home for a few days on National Day.
Parents go out early and come back late every day.
I have to get something for my son who works outside.
Fresh dates need to be picked from the tree one by one.
Mother is carefully selecting and packing boxes.
Apples, pears, grapes, potatoes and sweet potatoes.
Everything can be harvested in autumn.
Everything is taken for granted, son.
With a cool expression, I can't say thank you.
This family gets up early in the morning.
autumn harvest
Plus parents' concerns.
Put them in my son's car together.
While the children were still asleep in their dreams.
The car has left home.
Submerged in the morning fog
Children will wake up at the right time.
When my father is away.
What will he guess?
Will you cry?
Not that parents are cruel.
Leave a lonely child
Let the team of left-behind children grow again and again.
There is indeed a lot of helplessness in this life.
Although parents will work harder to take care of their children.
Although children who leave their parents will miss a lot.
But we can only believe
There is love from grandparents in the countryside.
The mountains are full of fresh air.
Eat healthy and delicious country food.
have ...
When the child is older.
When life gets better.
We'll be fine.
Goodbye! Dear baby.
Goodbye! Hard-working parents
Goodbye! My hometown.
20171June/10 06:43: 43
It's autumn when fruits are fragrant. I will still go back to my hometown after a long separation in this coming National Day, see my parents and children staying with them, and think that children will have homework in kindergarten. I feel inexplicably nervous when I think about it. I think our parents would do the same when we were young!
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Luohe Star, male, born in 1980s, whose real name is Liu Xiaojie, is from Jiaxian County, Shaanxi Province. A first-class teacher of Yan 'an Zhidan Middle School, a member of Zhidan Writers Association, a member of Yan 'an Writers Association, a member of Shaanxi Youth Literature Association, and a registered poet of China Poetry Network Blue V, with a wide range of interests and hobbies, focusing on modern poetry writing.