Shi Qinghua's original 丨 I was "double grabbing" (6th) (6th)

When I was "double grabbing"

(Essay 6)

Text/Shi Qinghua

The sun in the afternoon is on the top of people's heads and work hard. I do n’t know how tired it is to pour all thermal energy, make the water on the ground into vapor, roll the leaves of the plant, wrinkle, and press the head. The original girl -like face was ugly. Not only that, but also tried to bake people working in the field into dry goods, thinking that they could preserve immortality for thousands of years. I looked at the west unpleasantly, and I almost blinded my eyes by the white sun. Can everything between heaven and earth be peek at everything?

When I got up from the ditch to get up, I saw the leaves moved, and I thought it was pulled the trunk to move the leaves when I was uphill. After coming up, the leaves moved a few more times, rubbed their eyes, and looked at it, the blades were indeed moving, yes. Soon, you pulled me up at the leaves. In this silent world, I got some angry, and then a few hot winds wiped around and ran over. Looking up, a pile of smoke was raised on the horizon in the distance, the upper end was gray, and the lower end was dark. In an instant, it was covered with a large sky. Oh, to "run violence" (the farmer's name for the rain that is about to come and go in summer), I quickly picked the basket to run towards the rice field.

There are farm proverbs, "The rain in summer runs a line and wet the road half." "Summer days, like a child's face, say that it changes." Suddenly, people were caught off guard.

Rain is a heavenly gift of the farmers who love and hate. "Good rain knows the season", "moisturizing is silent", people's love for rain is overflowing. "The drought -long Hermi Feng Ganlin" expresses farmers' expectations for rain. "The rainy rain is not even open for the month", people's sorrow climbed up to their hearts.

The monkeys climb from the tree to the ground, from picking wild fruits to planting crops, and they have eaten by the sky. There are almost no major changes. Under the existing conditions, it may be difficult to change. For a while, a large group of people "fighting with the sky, fighting with the earth", for a while, the effect was very small, and the tragedy of the fight disappeared. Nature's "shade and round lack" determines the good or bad of farmers' harvest. Therefore, from the sun to the mountains and rivers, animals and plants, etc., they have become the totem of people's worship, in order to show the awe, and find the blessing of heaven.

"Dangdang, Dangdang, and Dangdang." The ringtones of the production teams kept suddenly. "Hey, the majority of members of the members brought the basket flat, and hurried to the rice field to grab the violence." Captain Zhang's iron speaker made the strength of milk eating, and Batu could not let every corner of the world listen to it. To the sound of call for help.

Those who cut valley planting, farming fields are strong, back medicines, laundry and cooking, no matter what they do, they put down the work in their hands, flying to the rice field like flying. No matter who you are, you can do it first, don't be afraid of suffering, do whatever you can, do this work and work, cooperate with each other, and be handy. Even if you do n’t work hard, you do n’t want to do anything, and you will have no effort to do anything. He is afraid of the loss with who you will suffer. Only at this time, you do n’t say anything. (It is used to gather the wooden agricultural tools with the upper pile of rice), panting the woman who grabbed the board: "Press with a little effort." To be bigger. He wanted to grab the valley before the storm. Everyone understands the fruits of blood and sweating for more than half a year. Dry the golden light on the rice farm. If it cannot be poured into the rice farm into the database or gathered into a stacked cover, the rice will flow to the field and ditch with the rainwater. The consequences are unimaginable. In my brief farmers' career, I haven't experienced it.

I quickly put the plastic film with a basket, and tied the film on the four walls of the basket with a thin rope to facilitate the pouring and pouring of the rice. These strong labor is to put the sun -dried rice into the warehouse. With a basket full of full burden, about 120 pounds, one burden with a basket, about 300 pounds. From the rice farm to the valley to the warehouse, it looks like a hundred meters. The custodian is scaled, accounting for accounting. Each one hundred pounds is made, and after picking up, the Captain Finance Captain made money to check out. Everyone who picks valleys does not need to urge anyone, and strives to pick up more quickly. If the plump and golden rice was washed away by rain, each worker would cry in his eyes and his heart was dripping. It is to give up his life, and it is not allowed to happen. I tried my best to pick it up. About 300 pounds per burden, just three burdens, which is the nine division of labor from morning to night. People who pick up the valley into the warehouse are almost troting. From time to time, looking at the sky, the blue -gray thick clouds were led to the top of people's head by the wind. Under the blue -gray cloud, it was a black cloud that rolled like ink, almost against the ground, rolling towards the rice field. Some farmers who have experienced fields know that it is Yuyun. Those who are busy with a big mouth, pray secretly: storm, you can slowly come.

In about thirty minutes of the power that poured it to the rice farm, I picked a dozen burdens. By the last few burdens. The skin had been worn on the shoulder, and the beyl wood was flat, and it was so heartbroken. When I walked forward, my legs seemed to be weighing and a little soft. In just fifty meters, there is a sense of "Guanshan difficult". Turning the burden, his legs were trembling, and he was infected. The hand that supported flat was shaking. When I gritted my teeth, I couldn't get up and never left. It is the power of people's unity. It is people's life -saving things and moved the world. They have dumped the rainstorm on the rice field in all jobs.

People sit in the selected place in the team (the production team is used to store food, collecting farmhouses, and for members of members to meet, etc.). Essence The raindrops of the beans were smashed on the mud surface of the rice field, and the size of the sizes of the size of the soybeans flew into the square, and the splashing mud flew to the square, and was smashed back to the ground by Newton's apple. The mighty army ran around the rice farm. The accountant has calculated the score of the person who picked the valley, and the Captain Finance took a large horn. I got four bidding (a very worker to count a standard). Each standard value of two corners. At that time, a pound of rice was used to buy a pound of rice, and one corner was two cents. The five strong labor of my family, the dividend of the dividends at the end of the year, can be divided into more than 180 yuan, and the family was happy for a while. Because the food was not enough, I immediately went to steal "Black Market Rice" (at that time, the rice could only be sold for the country, and the illegal buying and selling it privately) would spend 80 yuan. In a few days, most of those money, most of them have entered the pockets of others. I took the octagonal to divide the money from the Captain Finance Captain. It was a big number, and people cast envy. I am very happy, sweeping and sweeping, not only getting money, but more importantly, my existence value has been recognized. Carefully install the money and plan how to use it in the most appropriate place. Later, he picked the best rice with the members to Zheng Gongdu, who was ten miles away to finish the "public grain". The production team asked the members of the food to eat steamed buns. The table slowly tastes life. I took four big steamed buns and went to Xinhua Bookstore while eating. The book that exudes ink with ink seems to have infinite charm, so I don’t want to leave. Essence In the bottom of the family, only one of the twenty -fifth open, more than 300 pages of "Eight Earths in the Tang and Song Dynasties". The thick one, star anise money, thinks that I have bought the best things in the world.

Blasts are raining, come quickly and go fast. It was in our rice field condolences for thirty or forty minutes, and it immediately turned around. Other rice farms also needed condolences.

The red sun drilled out of the clouds and smiled at this fresh world. It was also naughty to draw a large, colorful bridge in the east.

This may be a bridge for people to walk from hardships to heaven.

(September 14, 2019)

[About the author] Shi Qinghua (male), retired teacher. Born humble and fortunately, but the years have nothing to do. There are no ambitions, dating civilians, sweet and sour, bitter and sad, penetrating the heart. But looking forward to its awakening and working hard. Find your welfare for yourself and do your best for the country. Small the civilian and share the people's situation.

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