1 When the muck truck rolled up the yellow sand all over the ground, it was the slack season, new seedlings had been planted in the gloomy terraced fields, mulberry leaves had not been fattened, and it was not time to take a bath and raise silkworms.
Grandma moved a bamboo chair and sat at the door, holding semi-finished wool shoes in her hand, and didn't move a needle for a long time. The sun set behind the western hills, and I saw her sitting there like a statue. Her black silhouette was about to melt in the twilight. When she was young, she stood up slowly and said softly, "Building roads is a good thing, but I'm afraid …" She didn't say any more. What I heard was her lotus-like closing sigh. She seems to be talking to me, or to the green bamboo forest behind the fence.
I like to see the color of this bamboo forest. What rich colors! It's so thick that it can't melt away, like a newly dyed cloth being wet by night dew, giving off an intoxicating water blue color, reflecting the joy in the pupil of a fellow villager-it can also be woven into a bamboo basket, and I can go to the market to exchange my family with the rations that are not rich but comfortable enough. Kindhearted villagers never hurt nature's generous gift. They are always careful for fear of disturbing nature's good dreams. This is the most charming color in the world.
This forest is also a landscape that villagers will never forget and give up. Sunlight leaks from the cracks in the bamboo leaves and projects on the ground, as if stained with blue, and the faint golden sunlight glows with little green light. The peasant woman who was washing clothes slapped her clothes on the slate by the stream with a wooden stick. Village girls picking morning tea are carrying bamboo baskets, full of fresh spring scenery. They sang the old tune and walked through the bamboo forest, leaving a string of crisp silver bells behind them, intertwined with the sound of beating clothes and hitting bamboo leaves, slightly rippling ... this is the most beautiful sound in the world.
Every time grandma comes back from the bamboo forest, I can't wait to see what fresh and good things she brings back in the bamboo basket. It is a gift from the forest-the small white mushroom emerging from the root of bamboo, which is soft in texture; The thin bamboo shoots stripped of leaves have dark soil at the roots, which are wet and always have a close and strange fragrance; Cut a piece of bacon wrapped in lotus leaves. In the kitchen where water vapor rises, I always watch curiously how fresh flowers fly between grandma's dexterous fingers. On the table in Xiao Mu, grandma always puts the freshest mushrooms, bamboo shoots and the freshest bacon in my bowl with a pair of chopsticks, which is the most delicious taste in the world.
That day was the day I went back. I saw the silent villagers standing by the bamboo forest, saying goodbye to her with the most solemn and clear eyes ... I couldn't bear to watch her break into pieces and let my father pick me up early. When I left, grandma handed me a new bamboo shoot from the window. I saw a big tear in her eye.
Later, my grandmother was taken to the city by my children, and I never returned to the small courtyard or the bamboo forest. If I can, I want to keep the sound and breath of this world, this bamboo forest and country, the most beautiful scenery in this world, and not let them drown in the cold and hard cement.
When will this distant bamboo forest, this distant country and this distant beauty of the world meet again?
The scenery in the north is frozen for thousands of miles, and the snow in Wan Li is drifting. Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, I only feel embarrassed; In the upper and lower reaches of the river, it lost momentum ... "This is a modern poem by Mao Zedong, called" Qinyuanchun ". Snow), whenever I think of this poem, I will think of the snow scene, and my desire for snow will be heavier.
This morning, when I woke up in my sleep and was still sleepy, I suddenly heard someone shout, "It's snowing, it's snowing." So I opened the window sleepily and looked down, only to find that the world I was familiar with had become so strange. At present, there is a world of snow, and the original sleepiness is swept away. This can be said to be: "Like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees." Full of joy, I quickly changed my clothes and put on my schoolbag, without letting my father send me away. I go to school directly on foot.
When I ran downstairs, a cold wind blew on my face, which made me shudder, but I couldn't hide my joy. I was so happy that I forgot the wet road and ran. As a result, I just ran two or three steps and plopped into the snow, but it didn't change anything, except that I was still a little afraid of falling, so I walked slowly with small steps. No matter how happy I am, I should pay attention to safety first! Out of the community door, I found that there were not many drivers at all, and most of them were on foot. Maybe the road is too slippery to drive. I was very careful along the way. Looking at this clean and white world, my heart gradually calmed down. The trees are all dressed in new white clothes, and beautiful snowflakes slowly fall from the sky and fall on the ground, body and car, adding a bit of quiet atmosphere. Although the weather is very cold, some people do things that make people feel warm. It is common for people to fall down on the road, and it is also common for people to help others. Some cars came out, but they broke down on the road because of some conditions. Pedestrians on the road, whether they know each other or not, go together to help push the cart. When I got near the school, it began to snow heavily, and I couldn't see the road ahead clearly. The ground was slippery, so I had to slow down. I happened to meet some classmates, so I walked to school together, talking and laughing. There were still many people in the class who didn't arrive, so I ran to the window to enjoy the snow and didn't start class until I finally came. When the big class is empty, we go to have a snowball fight together. It's really cool. After only three classes, we finally left school. The reason was that the snow was too heavy and dangerous, so we had a rest.
When I got home, I thought about what happened this morning. I felt unforgettable, so I was very eager for the next snow. Snow is so beautiful that Lu Benzhong once wrote in Walking on the Beach: "Snow is like plum blossoms, plum blossoms are like snow, and similarities and differences are wonderful."
When we were young, we went to primary school in the countryside. At that time, the school environment was beautiful, surrounded by fields.
The surrounding fields are full of crops. A thick green. The crops on the ground are lush, looking from a distance, just like a beautiful mountain landscape painting. Full of vigor and vitality.
Wheat, corn and rice are planted in that field. Each crop has its own uniqueness. It looks more beautiful when mixed together.
First of all, wheat, one of the staple foods of human beings, can be ground into flour to make bread, steamed bread, biscuits, cakes, noodles, fried dough sticks, fried cakes, biscuits, pancakes, jiaozi, fried dumplings, steamed buns, wonton, egg rolls, instant noodles, naan cakes, pasta, Gusmi and other foods; After fermentation, it can be made into beer, alcohol, vodka, or biomass fuel. Wheat is rich in starch, protein, fat, minerals, calcium, iron, thiamine, riboflavin, nicotinic acid and vitamin A, etc. Due to different varieties and environmental conditions, the nutritional components are quite different.
Followed by corn, looking at golden corn, golden and beautiful. Corn is one of the three major food crops in the world and is recognized as a golden food in the world. It is native to Peru in South America. It was planted as early as 7,000 years ago. It is the only food crop for local Indians and is regarded as a gift from the "corn goddess". From 65438 to 0942, after Columbus discovered the new continent, he regarded corn as a sacred object and called it "Indian seed", which spread all over the world. Corn was introduced to China in the 6th century/kloc-0. At that time, foreigners appeared in front of Emperor China and regarded the ear of corn as a tribute, while China people regarded it as "Huangmai".
The last rice, clusters of rice swaying in the wind, is so full and mature. Rice is one of the important food crops for human beings, with a long history of planting and consumption. At present, half of the world's population eats rice, mainly in Asia, southern Europe and parts of tropical America and Africa. The total output of rice ranks third in the world, lower than that of corn and wheat, but it can feed a large number of people. Therefore, the United Nations designated 20xx as the "International Year of Rice".
Looking at the crops in the field, I feel so comfortable in life. I like beautiful fields.
In early winter, the slight chill made me tighten my clothes. Walking on the road, I accidentally caught a glimpse of the rice fields on the roadside. The rice was beaten golden, and everything around me was immersed in the joy of harvest. I can't help thinking that the rice fields in my hometown should be harvested.
My hometown is Xiangtan county, where my grandparents spent most of their lives farming. Every holiday, I always go there to "relax".
With the breeze in late spring, everyone began to cultivate, and small rice seedlings were thrown into rice fields, with the ardent hopes of farmers. As soon as they landed, they brought vitality to the bare earth. Little new green decorated the earth and dotted the birds soaring in the sky. It constitutes a picture full of business.
However, I prefer rice fields in summer, when it has a unique fragrance. I like to play in the field and smell its fragrance, so that sweat can flow freely and time can flow freely.
But I really fell in love with the rice fields in summer, but it was the storm.
At that time, I was catching insects in the rice field. Suddenly, the sky was overcast. My grandmother quickly told me to go home to take shelter from the rain, and kept muttering: on that day in June, the child's face always changes. When I got to the second floor, it was already raining cats and dogs outside. The wind kept blowing. I stared at the rice field stupefied, fearing that it would be blown away.
After a while, the rain stopped, but I was dumbfounded at the sight: the water on the tree in front of the door kept dripping, and the rice was constantly blown up by the strong wind, forming layers of rice waves. Hundreds of acres of rice fields are connected to form a surging green ocean. The distant green hills are looming in the water vapor. It smells mysterious. Light green, dark green and dark green overlap and reflect each other, making the whole world fresh. That's not all. A bright rainbow appeared in the eastern sky, adding a gorgeous and energetic stroke to this landscape painting, leaving only four words in my mind: comparable to calligraphy.
Rice fields in late spring are as delicate and lovely as newborn babies; Rice fields in summer are as vibrant as young people full of dreams; The rice fields in late autumn are like open-minded old people and working bodies. They have their own style and beauty. The only pity is that I can no longer look at them like that, and I can no longer "idle around" all day. ...
Surrounded by tall buildings, I quietly left the golden rice fields. Can I really only stand in the noisy and dusty city, look at the gray days, and quietly miss those idle days and the quiet rice fields?
It is another winter. Every winter here is like this: the sky is gray and dark clouds drown the city. Only occasionally can you see a sky from the rows of birds. On this day, it rained in Mao Mao. The sky is as gloomy as my mood. The cold wind tried to squeeze in through the gap in the window, and I felt cold all over. My deskmate seems to feel the cold brought by this aggressive cold wind and close the only window gap. However, the oblique wind and drizzle outside the window still hit my heart.
After school, the rain still didn't stop. Walking in the corridor and on the open steps, I slipped and almost fell! I quickly supported the wall with my hands. In just a few seconds, countless raindrops hit my head, face and body, mixed with cold wind, and cooled my heart and spleen.
Walking on, the banyan tree gradually came into view. I have regarded it as a friend since I first saw it three years ago. When I am bored, I will rest under the tree and chat with it. It will also stand there quietly, watching us play and play. Whether it is cold or hot, whether it is spring, summer, autumn and winter, it will stand there. At this point, from the original place, it has been carefully dressed up by the rain curtain, hazy. Its leaves seem greener and look more beautiful, as if standing there proudly-and I, with my head full of water, am soaked to the skin. In this rain, I am undoubtedly a down and out loser. Looking up, a drop of crystal rain passed through the gap in the leaves and hit my nose impartially, which was really refreshing.
Walking quickly to the dormitory, it was hard to calm down for a long time: I admit that I am a loser in this light rain, but everything has to start again. After that storm that can test everything, everything will really show up!
Looking forward to this day, we finally arrived. We picked up our backpacks and headed for Zhuhai, the first peak in southern Jiangsu. This day always makes people feel unspeakable excitement.
As soon as I stepped into the gate, the first thing I saw was a stone-paved path with lush bamboos on both sides. Unlike the bamboo you usually see, it is thick and tall, just like an Optimus Prime.
We walked along the mountain road with the flow of people, listening to the sound of running water and enjoying the charming scenery around us. Halfway up the hill, a big lake appeared in front of me. The lake is crystal clear, and the aquatic plants at the bottom of the lake are clearly visible. The lake is sparkling like a huge mirror, hence the name Mirror Lake. The only regret is that I can't see the rare animal in the lake-peach blossom jellyfish.
Yunv Mountain is too far away, so we decided to take the cable car. As the cable car continues to climb, it looks like a Wang Yang, and more and more bamboos surge in, pouring into the world with vigorous momentum and turning into a Wang Yang. At this time, I found that looking at the bamboo sea from a height is completely different. With the continuous ups and downs of mountains, the impact brought by vastness is from vision to the bottom of my heart. When the wind blows, the soft bamboo leaves shake violently, with great momentum, like a tidal surge.
When I reached the top of the mountain, I felt a faint fragrance of bamboo. I savor it. The smell of bamboo is mixed with the smell of earth. I took a deep breath and felt very comfortable. I couldn't help shouting, "How comfortable!" Mom also praised: "What a natural oxygen field!"
At this time, I climbed to the top of the mountain. Although I was shivering by the cold wind, my heart was hot because I climbed the "first peak in southern Jiangsu!" "
People always look at the world with a lucky attitude, hoping that their feet can be flat and straight and extend to the distant road. In fact, beside the flat and straight road, there are rugged and narrow paths that have been forgotten. When people pass the narrow path, their eyes are full of fear, as if the end of the narrow path is an endless dark abyss. However, people are wrong. The narrow road is not necessarily the abyss leading to darkness.
On New Year's Day holiday, I went to the top of Taibaiyan Mountain and reached the end of the flat road in people's eyes-the end of the cement road, which is a platform. People stop here, even if there is a road ahead, they will not take a small step forward. Because the road is muddy and tortuous. Looking around, the path extended to the other side of the mountain and suddenly got into the valley. People sigh: if this road is concrete, it would be great, so I can enjoy the beautiful scenery beyond the mountain. Then shake your head and walk back. Driven by curiosity, I embarked on a narrow road ... and the result was beyond my expectation. The end of the narrow path actually connects to the back of Sharon Park.
Like Lenin, when crossing the steep mountain bend, you can enjoy the infinitely beautiful sunrise at the top of the mountain. It can be seen that detours also lead to beauty.
There are too many detours in the narrow path, but when you turn the last corner, you will see the rainbow, and you will see that the other side of success is waving to you not far away. At this time, you look back and find that the road you have traveled is an unknown market and a new road to success.
Han Han is the highlight of an era. At the age of 7, he got a million dollars, and at the age of 23, he became a domestic racing master. In fact, he also took a narrow road. For writing, all the classes in the final exam are "red lights", but the articles he published have dug the first pot of gold in his life. When Fudan University was ready to recruit talents, he resolutely refused. This is undoubtedly when the detour is about to become a straight road, he chose another narrow road.
Bill. Gates is also a typical example. In order to successfully invent the electronic computer, he retired from Harvard University and became a celebrity. Nobel did not give up the experiment because of the failure of the experiment and people's accusations, and was determined to carry it out to the end. Edison did not escape the pain of deafness. He insisted on taking a narrow path, taking detours and turning again, and never retreating. ...
Life is like this. People who start from the main road are often cornered, but those who start from the small road can throw themselves into the embrace of success and enjoy the beautiful rainbow. ...
Sometimes, the narrow road is also a shortcut to success.
My family is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and I have a soft spot for big trees since I was a child. I would like to be a bird, with a tree; Into a drop of water, lingering with the tree; Turn into a wisp of wind and dance with trees. I like trees, and I prefer to taste trees.
I like to look at trees on foggy mornings. Quietly, alone, with songs and dances, flowers and crystal water, the morning breeze is charming, so I stopped, closed my eyes and listened carefully. That's the song of the tree! "sasha vujacic, Ben Ben" keeps ups and downs in my heart. In a flash, Hua opened his eyes, and that touch of bright green fell into my eyes. It is a lush bamboo forest, which looks like a waterfall from a distance. The top of the tree hangs lightly and dances with the wind. Leaves are like duck's feet-three leaves are scattered, and the tips of the leaves hang vertically under the action of gravity, which is very lovely. Seen from a distance, what a poetic scenery it is! The hazy morning mist covered it with a mysterious veil.
Although there are no tall and straight poplars in Gu Song, no cold snow in plum trees, and no perseverance in pear trees, in my heart, no matter mulberry trees with thin leaves like scissors, peach trees with pink faces like rainbows, or cypresses with needles like Julia, they are not comparable. It was such a beautiful morning that I was lucky enough to see the poplar "Seven Sisters". They were halfway up the mountain, and I looked up quietly, just like looking at the statue of a national hero. They have the same skin, the same oval leaves, the same lush foliage and unique style. I saw my sister standing like a pillar. Maybe she is close to old age. When the morning wind blows, she seems to be trembling. How I want to hold her in my arms and take care of her like a mother. However, I know she won't be moved, because she doesn't want to be regarded as weak by others. It is the rustling sound brought by a gust of wind. I know this is her cry as a strong man and her smile of victory. The second sister is graceful. Under the protection of her sister, she grew up freely and carefree. Dancing with the wind for a while, singing loudly for a while, really happy. Third Sister is wearing a green shirt, and with an easy grace is like a wise man who lives in seclusion in the mountains. The fourth sister descended from the earth like a fairy, with all kinds of amorous feelings. Brought life to this deep valley. Sister Wu, like her mother, accepted the birds and enjoyed this rare happiness. Sixth sister snuggled up to fifth sister, enjoying this faint feeling. Hey, where's Qi Mei? This naughty elf used to hide behind the third and fourth sisters shyly, sneaking out his little head to spy out the wonderful world outside! It's really funny. I stopped for a long time and didn't want to leave, just to engrave them on my heart forever.
I don't want to travel all over Qian Shan, looking for lush and vigorous trees! I like sailing here, and I will go on happily. Because I love them, I love them bit by bit. ...
As soon as summer arrived, I returned to my beautiful hometown. There, I saw the beautiful countryside in my hometown in summer.
In the countryside, in the morning, the first ray of sunshine came out, "Oh, oh, oh ……" With the cock crowing, the silent mountain village suddenly became lively. Birds are jumping on the branches and singing beautiful songs. The water in the stream is very clear, and you can even see sand and stones deposited in the water. The fresh air is mixed with the fragrance of the earth. With the melodious songs of birds, people who have rested all night have started a new day's work. People picked up tools, walked into the fields and began to do farm work. Some carry bamboo baskets to pick mulberry leaves for silkworm babies, some pick up hoes to loosen the fertile soil, and some water the seedlings to make them grow up quickly.
There are no clouds in Wan Li at noon, and the sun shines overhead, which is not as cool as in the morning. Look! Hiding among the leaves, cicadas seem to have been shouting, "It's hot, it's hot." The leaves are turning into barbecues, and the puppies stick out their tongues and hang down their tails. Even our children felt very hot, so they jumped into the cool stream and had a water fight happily.
In the evening, wisps of smoke floated out of the chimney lightly, chasing the sunset that was about to fall on the hillside. With the smell of food, people who work in the fields have stepped out of the fields one after another, strolled on the muddy roads in the countryside, barefoot, chasing cows, looking up at the sky, and their mood slowly floated with the ever-changing bonfire clouds. At home, the uncles in the country moved their desks and chairs to the door and began to eat in a big way.
Unconsciously, the bright moonlight has sown a piece of Yin Hui on the earth, as if covered with a layer of gray gauze. The night in the country is so quiet that only insects and frogs can be heard. Look out the window. Hey, so fireflies are dancing with lanterns! ……
In my hometown, summer in the countryside is charming and indescribable. I love my hometown, and I love the summer in the countryside.