Zhang Zhongwu 丨 Xingyin on the field-Liqiu Xiaoyu

"I was shocked for three times, and encountered the autumn again." After the heat of the heat, I unknowingly entered the threshold of autumn.

The autumn is the thirteenth of the twenty -four solar terms, and it is also the first solar term in autumn. Xia hurriedly tested the curtain, and the autumn just appeared. At this time, Qiu brought only the literal coolness. Outside, the breeze, the clouds, the heat and noise of summer, the green trees and flowers were still the same, the cicada and the sound of cicadas and the sound of cicadas and cicadas and The frog is still.

When it comes to Liqiu, I can't help but say that my hometown was the taste of Liqiu when I was a kid.

I remember that when I was a kid, I was in the depths of memory, the most unaware of the "double grab" situation. Four Guyano Golden Suites, a little happy. However, in the beginning of the autumn, the annual "double grabbing" was shocked and awesome. At this time, the rice was harvested, and one or two of the paddy fields that were not inserted in the end.

In the mirror -like paddy field, the seedlings have been evenly left in the field. The nylon rope of the two ends of the field is tightly tight. Dozens of masters of the production team seem to have applied for a long time. After all, this is the last time this year.

The curtain curtain has a sense of ritual.也不知谁说了句什么，刚才还有说有笑的高手们，立刻齐刷刷地进入田里，旋即，水田里就眼花缭乱了起来，你看这群高手们：两手，一只手握着Rub the seedlings in parallel, and picked up the rubbing plant of the other hand and insert it quickly; the legs flashed back quickly and rhythmicly; The position of the opponent is afraid of being closed on both sides ... orgasm, or orgasm, which is much more enthusiastic than the "Poetry Poetry of Porching Poems"!

Sweat, let the clothes flow; clothes have long been soaked; no matter how thirsty is thirsty, there is no sip of water in the middle of the field. At this time, the sky is blue, the sun is fierce, and several white clouds are overlooking down quietly; the cicadas in the distance, the sound of frogs nearby, does not affect the quietness of the water field ... Like splashing ink in the field, the blue seedlings are freely stood up. The fields are still white in the field just now.

The crops will never forget the "double grabbing" busy. Say busy, that era, there were no idlers in the countryside every 20 days and nights each year. Dooler. Tong Sun did not solve the plowing and weaving, and also learned to grow melon in mulberry. "Fan Chengda's poems could not describe the busyness at that time. To be tired, walking and fighting are common. At noon, adults go home for dinner, often barefoot without washing, just to save time for more rest. No one takes leave, no one is ill, and no one is ill. As if it was a position, it was out!

The crops really liked and recognized this kind of busyness. Because they never felt injured, the farmers were busy and tired, and they were used to it. Because of the beginning of the autumn, the end of the planting, the starting point of the harvest, the green green seedlings, the gift of nature, and the foreshadowing of the grains!

The day is like a song of Ruge. When it comes to Liqiu, it is a little more interesting.

Qiu Qiu is a symbol of Liqiu. At that time, the melon and vegetables were not rare, and the watermelon was not eaten if you wanted to eat it. It was generally not planted in your own side dishes. Buy on the streets. People who lived in life could have free money. The experienced captain of the production team has already arranged a watermelon to plant watermelon, which is cool for a summer, and it is even more solarily on this day.

On the day of Liqiu, our children really regarded them as festivals. Early in the morning, the production team was divided into watermelon, and we waited on the workshop in the team. With both hands tightly holding the watermelon that has just been divided into fresh water spirit, his eyes did not dare to look at it at all. He walked with a step step by step at a step step by step. After entering the house, put the watermelon gently. Well water, the watermelon ice.

On this day, our bunks did not know how many watermelons in their own pots, and we don't know how many excitement and expectations.

This day is really long. At night, when it is cold, every family is lively. My father moved to the small table and cut the watermelon. The middle of the middle must be my grandmother's grandmother. Essence

It seems like a lot of calls, and finally, at the moment of eating melon. Our group of children immediately got up, holding melon, a small mouthful and a small mouthful, eating slowly and finely, because, there is not much melon, I can't bear to swallow it, and I can't bear to bite the autumn every year. It's over. A few friends were a little anxious, and the melon was eaten. See a small piece of watermelon in the hands of the neighbor's friends. I envy and regret it very much: I regret eating faster, and I regret that the melon peel may not be completely clean and throw it. The years are the songs; life is always worth remembering.

There is always autumn in life. Because we used to come from the full spring and warm summer, all the way, the poet said that I was gently, just like I came gently ... "Personnel has metabolism, and it becomes ancient and modern." This is an iron law. "This is the iron law." Essence It doesn't matter if you enter autumn, Liu Yuxi said: "Since ancient times, the autumn is sad, I say autumn to the spring of the spring." This is the case in nature, and life is the same. It is still beautiful.

The beginning of autumn is the farewell to the warm summer and the beginning of a whole autumn narrative."One year of good scenery, the most important time, the most orange -yellow and orange green", "Seeing the moon in the dust is also idle, the situation is between the Qingqiu Xianfu" ... I always thought that autumn is abundant, harvested, heavy, beautiful, beautiful, and beautiful.And I have always felt that the autumn of my hometown is even more charming, and there is a unique taste. Actually, the taste of the autumn of my hometown is the taste of the family, the taste of childhood memory, the taste of parents' love for children ...… (Zhang Zhongwu)

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