Shi Qinghua original 丨 Golden rice waves east (essay)

Golden rice waves go east

Text/Shi Qinghua

"", "", "“ ", The rapid rain point, the rain sheet made by the iron sheet shocked the sky, and also rushed away my noon dream.

I stood up from the sofa with a bone, looking out of the window, and the raindrops that flew with the wind, was crushed by the rainboard, and the small water droplets fluttered on my face. The thick rain thread hangs from the air, squeezed and squeezed, collided with each other, and flying balls splashing jade. The big one smashed to the ground, the small one was wrapped in the wind, flying around, making the world hazy and hazy.

Downstairs is East Street Avenue from the west to east, until Baiyun Lake. The avenue is built on the east and low of the west, and the slope is slow. The road surface is about 20 meters wide, and the left and right sides are more than three meters of sidewalks above the main road surface. The road is about three meters high. The main road surface is fourteen meters wide, and the middle is a three -meter -wide isolation zone. It is high from the sidewalks on both sides. There are orange trees on it and planting flowers and plants. The main road is divided into two five -meter -wide straight aisles, the middle of the road is slightly higher and the two sides are slightly lower. There is a sieve -shaped rainwater entrance connected to the sewer every ten meters. There is a lamp every forty meters. There are few vehicles here. Perhaps the government is not allowed to enter, and it has become a place for residents of Lianghe Town to walk, wander, and sing and dance. When the farmers were busy, they became the place where farmers took wheat and rice.

The hazy avenue has long been shot in the morning. I saw that the nearby roads were smashed out of the raindrops, large and small blisters, and the splashed water droplets fell back to the water surface and rolled eastward. When the rain was tired, the sun was squeezed into the road. Under the deep water, the golden light flashed. The rapid rain, the flowing water mist, and the cool breeze of the kiss, made the whole body comfortable, but smashed my heart pain.

Before living in the public's leisure, there are less hustle and bustle of people on the side of the highway, but there are more time to appreciate the beauty: spring flowers and autumn, watt -laid singing and dancing, couples both; laughter and laughter, you come and go. Sometimes a little noisy, not only not angry, but also a little like. No, there is nothing to do with vacation, cool in the morning, just sleep lazily. I didn't want to be shouted by the farmers early, and the "sudden" sound of agricultural vehicles and numb vehicles screamed.

Hey, it seems that laziness can't sleep. Simply get up and look east: full of sky, no murmurs. The red glow passed the treetops in the distance, passed by the people's roof, and came to the avenue of leisure. The people who walked the crimson clothes on the sidewalks on both sides were also on the peasants, and they were also naughty to redly red the hair of the rice on the road.

"Hey, Lao Zhang, why are you coming so early?" Another "sudden" agricultural car just stopped, and the rough and thick inquiry flew into the window. "Don't come earlier, I'm afraid I can't grab the location, so many rice, don't grab time, I'm afraid it's moldy, it's useless to mold. Well, Lao Li, don't get rid of the position, hurry up." This is a cost -effective person. "Lao Zhang said that he used plastic pupa to lift the rice from the carriage to the road. But he did not spread it on the main road according to the conventions, but just shouted down the rice, "Zhang Xiaobing, drive forward." Zhang Xiaobing led the mind and slowly moved forward. It can meet the exposure of the self -use, and then transport the rice in the home to the sun evenly. This casual place of Dongjie Avenue was quickly occupied by the circle. People who did not circulate localities had to walk away disappointed and tried another way.

The round desktop is as large, the red sun pedal trepples continue to climb up, and the rice that is evenly paved on the avenue, looking at the sun on the treetops, flashed proudly. The sun may become smaller and faded because of the high climbing, but it is much more enthusiastic than before. People who are enthusiastic about the rice are constantly wiping the sweat on their faces. The road full of gold was more proud, and cooperated with the sun, the golden light shot and shiny. The glittering golden light bloomed as a happy flower on the face of farmers.

Sowing and insertion, fertilizer and insects, weeds, irrigation, and management harvested. Early, I returned and returned late, Dai Xing and Daiyue, all the way to the sun and rain, sweating and bleeding all the way, and then I poured gold. In the evening, the big trucks purchased on food, the rushing banknotes were put in their pockets. With money, many things in the family can be resolved; with money, children can read with peace of mind; if you have money, you can do everything. The farmers standing under the osmanthus tree were drunk by Xinxiang, and their hearts were blooming. They rushed into the scorching sun, squatted on the road, held the rice with both hands and looked at it, smelling and smelling, and the sweet taste was difficult to fit the lips; Standing up, constantly turning the gold on the road, sweat sprinkled on the gold, and evaporated instantly, making people unknown. Even if you perceive, there is nothing to comfort the fruit of hard work.

I stood by the window, watching the wind and rain raging, and my body and mind trembled. Takuya was first rushed on the water. East Street Avenue became a clean river. , Rushing into the pond in front, it flashed from time to time. There were a few "falling soup chickens" running around the road without any way, so they had to stay in the rain, watching the road surface, and a wind blowing. The golden layer of gold becomes thinner and thinner, and there are only a handful of places, and even the blue cement pavement is exposed.

It was only an hour, God's anger disappeared, holding a gentle smile. The small river of more than ten centimeters was a lot docile.

The peasants came to the small river, bent down, removed a handful of gold in the water, touched and crushed in their hands, and then threw them in the river, stood up slowly, and stared at the tears:The rice waves flow to the east.(August 25, 2017)

[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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