In the withered alley in front of the house, there is a weeping poplar tree that has been growing for more than 2 years. After dinner, there are always a bunch of adults under the poplar, some lying on the mat, some taking off their sandals and putting them under their buttocks, some sitting on Mazar when they are old, and some simply sitting on the floor. You said that Uncle Li, who contracted the orchard in the village, was in a hurry to hire someone to pick peaches. She said that Uncle Zhang's son had touched a grass carp weighing more than three kilograms in the Weihe River today, and that Brother Zhao and his three brothers had bought a wheat combine in partnership, and so on. There always seemed to be endless topics, which were very lively and provoked the vicious dog to roar intermittently.
The night is getting thicker with the old man's banana fan flapping. The air began to be filled with pungent smoke when mugwort was burning. Mosquitoes humming lamentations bitterly dodged and escaped, afraid to plunge into the crowd, and left one after another in loneliness. At this time, pay attention to the sky above the village, and there will be beams of light shaking, as if greeting the stars in the night sky politely. In fact, those lights were emitted by flashlights held by adults. They must be stubborn, but they couldn't resist the children's shouts. They held the children's hands and looked for cicadas on the buttonwood tree on the edge of the roadway. Two pairs of eyes slipped quickly for a while, then stopped for a while, and finally turned around the tree several times, looking up and down for fear of being left behind.
I don't know who turned on the radio, and the tuned channel coughed before. At this time, after watching the TV series, the children swarmed together, piled up the flint stones they were looking for during the day on the roadway, humming the "unity is strength" taught by the teacher during the day, and in a short time, they built a small stone mound. Then, everyone dispersed in an orderly way, waving stones in each hand and hitting the flint pile heavily. The light of "bang" lit up the innocent eyes of the children, and the adults who enjoyed the cool thought that the children were noisy and repeatedly shouted "Go and play there."
it's late at night, and the stars are put into grandpa Wang's pipe, flickering and flickering, burning with loneliness. He is still tying wreaths, paper flowers and the like, and his short body is dragged so long and heavy by the orange light. He is a well-known craftsman in Siliba Township. He is over the age of ancient times and is always busy. He doesn't just make a living. He always says that when people are busy, their hearts get smaller. If they are small, they won't think much, and they will forget what they should forget. At that time, I was too young to understand, and I only vaguely understand it now.
When the lights went out, the village was quieter. Only the faint fragrance of the hibiscus tree flowers quietly crossed the window and slowly flowed in my dream.