The days in summer are very long, and the villagers are all preparing for a bumper harvest at home. And those fences used as fences in the fields are rarely passed by. But it is not lifeless here. Dragonflies and butterflies are dancing here. The sound of their phantom flapping their wings in the air adds a sense of movement to this monotonous and lonely place. This has become their new home.
How beautiful and harmonious the rural scenery is!
The rooster crowed, the birds jumped around the tree excitedly, and a new day began.
Early in the morning, Uncle Zhang's family began to work. Although Uncle Zhang is over 60 years old, he is in good health, and his family of nine lives happily and fully. After breakfast, the whole family began to work. Uncle Zhang and his three sons went to work in the fields. Hard-working and capable eldest daughter-in-law waters flowers and feeds livestock in atoms; The ingenious second daughter-in-law weaves defense lines at home; Aunt Zhang is cooking and will send it to Uncle Zhang and them at noon. The two little grandchildren can't spin or plow, so they have to learn to weed and grow melons under the shade of mulberry trees.
Uncle Zhang planted a lot of crops, white wheat flowers appeared in the wheat field, and all kinds of cauliflower were scattered all over the place; Deciduous trees (blooming in early spring, red in color, rich in fragrance and sour in fruit, commonly known as plums), apricot trees are covered with crumbling "Jason Chung".
The sun is rising high, the shadow of the fence is getting shorter and shorter, and only dragonflies and butterflies are dancing. ...
On the morning of early summer, a new day's life in the countryside begins with the constant crowing of chickens. Every household has opened its doors and windows, and men, women and children are busy and have no leisure for a moment. I saw some people carrying hoes, others carrying buckets and going out to work. In the hot sun, people who work outside are sweating, although they wear straw hats. Some people take off their straw hats and fan the wind. Some people wipe the sweat from their foreheads with their arms. Some people call their children's names home. They must be thirsty. Let the children bring some water. After a clear promise, several children with kettles came alive. The working people picked up the big bowl and gulped it down. After delivering the water, the children went to the mulberry tree. They are too young and weak to work like adults, but they also imitate the appearance of adults, holding small hoes and digging and planting melons, as if preparing for their adult life. ...
Night fell quietly, and the working people returned home in twos and threes. People sit together, sum up the harvest of a day's work and plan tomorrow's work. The fatigue of the day disappeared without a trace in this chat.
People are full of longing for a bumper harvest in autumn and have entered a sweet dream country. ...