"Let's go and see the flowers? If you don't go, I'm afraid Huadu will be defeated! "
this morning, my husband said to me on a whim that he would take me there during morning exercise, and I was very happy.
This is a rural asphalt road with no end in sight in the north-south direction. It is clean and tidy, and it forms a T-shape with the asphalt road in Jinda Village where we came. There is a canal in the east, where there are tall and leafy poplars, and a row of neat villages with white walls and red doors in the west. The front is spacious, and there is a small vegetable garden in front of every household. "The sparrow is small and complete." The vegetable garden is lush and full of green seasonal vegetables such as rape, radish and cabbage. Looking at these natural green vegetables, I can't help but drool. I envy them for having their own vegetable garden without any pollution, and they can pick them at any time when cooking.
I'm a child coming out of the yellow land after all, with the blood of a farmer flowing in my body. Walking on this rural oil road, I saw the rural scenery full of eyes, and my inner kindness, joy and excitement can't be expressed.
this road is deserted and very quiet, and the fresh morning breeze is coming from your face, which is infinitely gentle. Looking around, pieces of green crops are green and boundless, which suddenly activated my hometown, as if I were on the road of my hometown at the moment.
The tireless and clear river flows in the canal, and the waves jump, singing all the way to the north. Walking a few tens of meters to the south, we saw a flower field far away, and the flowers were burning and open. We found a fork with a bridge and walked past.
It's a dirt road, and it's inevitable that dust will contaminate shoes when walking, but for the sake of flowers in our hearts, it doesn't matter how much dirt there is, so we still walk there without scruple.
when I get to the edge of the ridge, I want to go down to the ground and kiss the flowers to smell the fragrance. However, the flower land has just been watered and it is very wet, so I have to stand on the ridge and stare at the flowers, admire their beautiful figures, and bend down from time to time to play with the branches and kiss them.
There is no figure on the flower ground. Looking at the lovely flowers all over the place, my husband and I can't even name them, and we can't ask. These flowers are independent, blossoming to the extreme, graceful with their heads held high, and lush green leaves, like a pair of blue hands, set off beautiful flowers. The petals of each flower are layered, and the colors are rose red, white, yellow, deep purple, light purple, deep pink, light pink, and colorful. I am deeply intoxicated by their wanton blooming, and I meditate on the sentence "Life is as beautiful as summer flowers", and I stop for a long time before leaving.
next to the flower field, there is a field for planting gourds and watermelons, with golden gourds and green watermelons everywhere, which is the hope of boosting farmers' pockets.
I had enough eye addiction in the fertile and vast fields, and it was still early. We didn't call a car to walk back on the way back.
The village in early autumn still looks like summer, and pieces of green crops are laid out in front of me, capturing my eyes and lingering all the way, just like crossing a quiet green corridor.
along this road, a section of villages and some fields appear alternately. Pear trees, jujube trees and white apples in front of the village are all covered with attractive autumn fruits, and behind them are large areas of various fields.
There are still indomitable poplars on both sides of the road. The tall poplars stand tall and tall, with dense branches and leaves, lush and chapped skin, recording the vicissitudes of time and the ups and downs of life. Looking at them, I suddenly thought of our motherland, the strong trunk, just like our country, and the thousands of leaves are not like our people. Only when the country is strong can the people be rich and live and work in peace.
The slim corn stalks, dressed in green military uniforms, hold their heads high, stand in a neat square, standing in the ground, heroic and spirited, not only protecting the children in their arms, but also guarding their hometown.
The red pepper gives people a warm taste. Peppers are all red, and still hiding half her face from us behind her guitar hides under the green branches and leaves of peppers, which are gratifying. If you don't look closely, it is a green seedling.
There are knee-deep green onions, dazzling red tomato fields, and round melon fields ... In this harvest season, every crop is making a final effort to grow with all its strength and live up to the expectations of its owners.
Behind the beauty is hardship. The beauty of the countryside permeates the hard work of farmers, and it is their hard-working hands that create this wonderful natural beauty.
along the way, the village was sparsely populated, and the door was basically closed. Occasionally, cars sped past us, breaking the silence of the village.
No matter how beautiful the village is, it can't keep the hearts of wanderers. They would rather wander outside than plow their fields in their hometown. Now, young people are trying to leave their hometown, and there are almost no young people in the countryside. Except for our parents and a few brothers and sisters of the same age, no future generations are willing to stick to this land with their backs to the loess.
When I got home, I didn't leave beautiful flowers in my heart, but I was always worried about the question, "Food is the most important thing for the people". beautiful countryside, which has given us the fruits of life, who will stick to it after a few years? Can we still see its beautiful face in the past?