The continuous raging Qingming rain permeates and brews day by day in the valley of the countryside, and finally overflows from the valley to the fields and villages. The sun is shining and the climate is clear and clean. The wicker on the bank of Dragon Tree in front of my hometown is swaying in the warm spring breeze. One or two swallows flew through the willow leaves, leaving a string of melodious songs, which is easily reminiscent of scattered poems in Tang poetry and Song poetry. In the countryside, cuckoos began to crow, and their voices were melancholy and quiet. The sound fell over the village and in people's hearts, and suddenly there was a little inexplicable melancholy. The rain is gradually increasing. Farmers in rural areas can not only clearly sense the maturity of winter wheat and rape, but also vaguely smell the growth of rice seedlings.
This is Grain Rain in the 24 solar terms. Before the Grain Rain season, fathers in rural areas have begun to soak carefully selected and dried rice seeds. The agricultural proverb "Rain gives birth to a hundred valleys" has always been an important symbol of my father's walking in the countryside. As simple as the countryside, my father firmly believes that only when the rain falls on the ground will the sown grain grow stronger and better catch up with the pace of the season. Therefore, around Grain Rain every year, it has almost become a grand festival in rural areas. My father took the rice seeds out of the grain basket and the roof beam, poured them into the crock, soaked them for a few days, then took them out to dry, covered them with sacks and leaves, urged them to germinate, scattered them on the flat seedbed, set up a small arch shed, and kept them warm and moist ... When all these processes were completed, my father felt as if he had completed a baptism, and his heart was solid and comfortable. At that time, such a scene almost became a grand ceremony of rural spring, and the secret hidden in the hearts of villagers made the spring on the soil particularly touching.
But the season in Grain Rain gave me a long memory. In Grain Rain season, my brothers and sisters always use their spare time after school every afternoon to find some wormwood like Chinese milk vetch to fertilize the rice fields, as my father told us. In the spring of those years, we carried bamboo baskets over mountains and mountains, and I always felt at a loss again and again. I always can't get into the depths of the soil, and I always feel the distance between myself and a seed. The sickle in my hand is always disobedient, floating on the surface of the soil, making my palm "bloom" constantly, with blood blisters and unbearable pain. So I plotted to escape from the soil. But my determined father always disdains my ideas. The simple father said: "As a farmer's child, only by keeping life close to the land will it bear fruit." Farmers' children can only escape from the land if they study hard and change their fate by knowledge. "I keep that in mind. 10 years later, I really managed to escape from my hometown.
When Grain Rain arrived, except for the busy elders, the spring on the land has quietly changed. The last blooming willow flower has turned into mud, and the catkins that just flowed in the spring breeze fell on the hair of tourists who went to Hu Quan Ecological Park for a spring outing. The cuckoo kept calling at night, and the sad sound of "it is better to go home" cast a layer of sadness over the valley and countryside. Some beautiful scenery came to the season of "beauty dying". In desperation, I bid farewell to spring in advance. In the evening, on the bank of the dragon tree in the village, there are often shepherds riding leisurely buffalo at dusk and watching the smoke rising in the village in the drizzle. The shepherd boy who came out of Tang poetry and Song poetry seems to be close at hand. All these landscapes tell you that it is late spring on the land. Therefore, the poem "I was gone once, and there is another village with a bright future" and "The willow color is year after year, and Baling is sad" will immediately fall from any corner of the earth, into your eyes, into your heart, into your melancholy and vastness.
But the villagers won't know this. Living on the soil, all the beautiful scenery, in their eyes, is just a dust in the countryside. After their eyes, it is doomed to be silent. What they know is that in a given time, spring sowing, Xia Geng, autumn harvest and winter storage, one cycle is four seasons, and under the four seasons is a lifetime. Therefore, I don't care what happened in late spring. The villagers are concerned about the crops that grow day by day. This means that when spring comes that night, rural agriculture begins to get busy.
At this time, the grass with strong vitality quietly poked around and completed a breakthrough in the earth. From a distance, the countryside is a new green, spreading from the fundus to the horizon, with great momentum. The cuckoo has begun to quietly leave, and the last crow seems so weak, drifting lazily in the depths of the valley, and then disappeared. I don't know which branch the cuckoo has quietly perched on. In the dead of night, owls began to crow on time, snakes began to come out of holes, voles gradually increased, and the first cicada seemed ready to sing. The Cleisthenes sounds of cows and buffaloes are getting louder and louder, and the earth is beautiful in spring ... Although spring is about to disappear, the earth is more colorful. Deep in the countryside, a grand ceremony leading to summer has appeared in black and pink.
The villagers have obviously forgotten the word "Grain Rain". Starting from Grain Rain, after the end of spring, they are saying another word, called "Long Summer". Not far from Grain Rain, the coming "long summer", the season when everything is thriving, has been presented to them. And I, in the life of villagers who like the new and hate the old, really saw those who hurried to the countryside. ...