The fields are full of poetry.
Look at that ginkgo tree. It is full of gold and gold sequins.
Look at the newly turned soil in the rice field and the rice stubble lying in the soil.
Look at the jagged dark colors of the distant mountains and the clouds kissing them.
Look at that. ......
I am intoxicated in this beautiful poem. I inhale and exhale deeply, inhale and exhale. I remembered what the yoga instructor said, "Breathe the clean oxygen between heaven and earth into your abdomen slowly, and gently exhale the exhaust gas in my body together with your troubles and fatigue." At that moment, I felt the essence of heaven and earth and felt that I was a tree in this autumn field.
Where's the daughter? I smiled, she is not a tree, she is just a jumping rabbit, at this time, she is running around grandpa's back and forth, flushed with excitement.
"Grandpa, grandpa, is the sweet potato you planted big?"
"Grandpa, let me help you dig. I will dig it out by hand. "
"Grandpa, grandpa ..."
Grandpa always answers stupidly.
We are going to dig sweet potatoes. Grandpa's sweet potato field is his own, with five ridges of sweet potatoes and a sesame seed next to it. Watermelon is planted here in summer.
There are hillsides on both sides, paddy fields on one side and railways on the other. This is a piece of land that was idle when the railway was built. Grandpa, who has dealt with the land all his life, reclaimed it because he couldn't see that the land was idle. The old man works hard, but he is full of our luck.
Grandpa has dug two ridges by himself this morning. The dug land is as tired and happy as my mother, and the sweet potato lies around with the joy of seeing the new world. Daughter and grandpa have no intention of expressing their feelings at all. My daughter suddenly ran to the ground, but she didn't notice the entanglement of sweet potato vines. I suddenly froze, and I smiled. Grandpa was so anxious that he shouted, "Honey, are you all right?" Daughter skid up: "nothing! No pain! " Then wipe your face with your hands, and it looks gray. Grandpa and I both laughed!
I said to grandpa, "Dad, let me dig for a while." Grandpa smiled and picked up the sickle and handed me the hoe: "What line of work are you in? I'll give you a try. "
Needless to say, digging sweet potatoes is really a technical job. If you dig directly at the root of the vine, nine times out of ten you will hear a "click"-that is, the sweet potato has been dug away! You need to loosen the soil in the middle from both sides of the ridge, once to the left, once to the right, twice, and then lift the roots of the vines up, and several sweet potatoes will all come out!
After digging less than half a ridge, I can't stand it and my hand hurts. I secretly took a look and actually grinded out a bright bubble!
Grandpa noticed that I was tired and said, "I'll dig after the vines are cut." You have a rest. " The daughter followed her grandfather. "Wow! Wow! " Shouting "this is big", "that is the champion" and "that is super great", grandpa is really patient and doesn't bother at all.
"Grandpa, you must keep this land. When I am old and stop working, I will come back to plant. " The daughter said to grandpa very seriously.
Grandpa and I both laughed. I said, "Why don't you come back now and learn farming skills from grandpa?"
"That doesn't work, I have to work, and I will come back if I can't do it later. Hehe, grandpa, I could have a bumper harvest every day at that time. Grandpa, we had a bumper harvest today, didn't we? "
Grandpa said happily, "Good! All right! A bumper harvest! "
I started to put it in a bag, and it was ugly (some sweet potatoes really worked hard for it, but they could grow so ugly). Grandpa said that you can grind sweet potato powder by digging out the potholes. Grandpa saw me wiping the mud on the sweet potato with my hands, so he threw me the gloves: "Come on, put them on."
Installing sweet potatoes seems to be the easiest job, but it is still very tiring. The waist is bent, and it will hurt soon. I wonder if the sweet potato in my hand has feelings. Will they be a little lost without soil? There is a lot of sweet potato juice, and some white juice drops on the ground. I don't think it's tears or anything. Sweet potato is sweet potato. After it grows in the ground, it goes through the process of being dug out and steamed, which is the complete life course of sweet potato!
My husband visited us in the field after finishing his work. When he saw me, he exclaimed, "Niu Niu, look at your mother, how did this happen?" Haha! "
What am I like at this time? -wearing a black sweater, standing on the clothes with grass and mud, wearing a big straw hat, gloves covered with mud, sitting in the gutter with a big plastic bag on his face, sweating and mud all over his face-of course it makes people laugh.
My daughter doesn't care. She showed dad the big sweet potato she dug, the big straw hat she knitted for me, the wild flowers she picked in the Woods, and the stones she picked in the fields. ......
To tell the truth, it's only half a day's farm work. Grandpa just lets us play and doesn't want us to work, but I really feel very hard: the sun is burning this autumn; Why is there no wind in this valley? This hand is almost numb; This waist is almost broken.
I secretly said to my husband, "Tao Yuanming is really harmful, and rural life is not as romantic and poetic as he wrote."
Husband laughs: "You think life is a poem."
"Niu Niu, Lizi, look!" Grandpa dug a tree with rattan roots in his hand. There are five sweet potatoes on the vine, and they are all very big!
"Wow!" Daughter exaggeratedly opened her mouth! I also opened my eyes in surprise! Grandpa looks proud!
The husband said, "Dad, you are old. Don't farm next year. It's too difficult. "
Grandpa said, "What's the trouble? Work hard and be healthy. Do whatever you want. I also want to level this mountain and the hill over there this winter and plant trees for you. I don't need them. You can use them in the future. It's not bad to do some work while I'm in good health. "
I said, "Dad, you have time to go to that senior university. Isn't it good to make friends? "
Grandpa said, "I am very annoyed with that god." It's okay. I do better in this field than in any other field. This year, I sold 300 pieces of cotton and 300 pieces of kenaf, and hemp stalks can still sell money. " Are you short of money? "
We said together, "Rich! Rich! " It's funny to say.
Although I verbally complained that the old man Tao Yuanming "fooled" people, I actually understood this truth in my heart: pastoral life not only freed him from the shackles of officialdom, but also gained the dignity of being a man. Compared with living with dignity, physical toil is not pain, but enjoyment.
Grandpa certainly doesn't know Tao Yuanming, but they are all dignified people living in the countryside. Country life is not as romantic as we thought, but who can say it is not?