Recommended reading ｜ Autumn Farmers

—— "村.” "Series of forty -two

□ Li Donghong

Early in the morning yesterday, I woke up by the crowd of the rooster in the yard, and got up to push the door. The blue sky and the white clouds on the blue sky rushed. In the yard, the red apple hangs down on the branches, like a shy farm girl, and the pomegranate on the pomegranate tree grinned and smiled. A group of birds jumped around the green ground covered with apple trees, hawthorn trees, begonia trees and pomegranate trees, like a group of children.

Suddenly, a while of autumn wind blew up, picked up a fallen leaves on the ground and fluttered in the air, and finally fell lightly on the ground, and also let the whole autumn fall into the farm yard.

The elder sister who went to work in the ground at 5 am returned. Wash your hands and say.

"It's autumn. A few days ago, the green fields were still yellow." The sister said.

Saying this made me suddenly discover that the years alternated for another season. Looking around the yard, the maple trees on the south, the leaves have become yellow. Although the hawthorn trees in the middle of the yard are hanging, the leaves have begun to wither. The loofah crawled on the grape rack is still yellow flowers. On the grape rack.

The entire yard is autumn.

In fact, this vibrant farm courtyard full of vitality has also been desolate, just like some people have had a desolate life.

In those years, the mother lived in Zhengzhou with me because she did not come back for a long time. The weeds in the yard were clustered, and the dilapidated houses were unusually broken. One day, the mother said to me, "My hometown pays attention to her popularity, and the courtyard of our hometown does not know what it looks like?"

I understand that although her mother lives in a bustling city, her heart is still in that farmhouse. That is her root.

That autumn, I returned to the small courtyard that had been uninhabited for a long time, and I wanted to organize the small courtyard cleanly, as if someone had always lived. After cleaning up the weeds in the courtyard, there were some smelly garbage. I deliberately did not clean the leaves in the yard. Those yellow leaves are scattered in the yard, a golden, and I can't bear to clean it. I want to let autumn stay in this farmhouse forever.

Yesterday was near noon, my sister who worked in a foreign country came back to the Mid -Autumn Festival. I haven't returned for a long time. I saw the fruit trees and red leaves in the yard. The sister said with emotion: "The autumn at home is really beautiful, far beyond the outside world."

Below the door, put a pot of tea, and some relatives and relatives talked to the sky.

"When I retire, I will return to this small courtyard, all kinds of vegetables, pour flowers, hidden into dust, and faint for the rest of my life." When the sister said this, it seemed a little sad. Perhaps everyone is like this. After speaking, my sister stood up, opened the water pipe in the yard, and started to water the pepper. Although it is already autumn, under the pepper tree is a sharp red pepper, with small white flowers on it.

The sister said that after a year of pepper maturity, the mother skewed the red pepper into a few large string and hung it on the wall, which was really beautiful. My sister didn't say much, but I knew her thoughts. Soon after waiting, I must hang a few red peppers on the wall.

I had lunch yesterday, and I went to the cornfield north of the village. In the cornfield in autumn, the corn stick was full of mature mature, and it was hung there heavyly, like the old well on the ground.

I had breakfast this morning, and the yard was a bit cold. My elder sister and sister and I stood in a coolness. My sister worked in a foreign country. After the death of her mother, I was most concerned about her. Maybe she had to separate after lunch. Although there were a lot of things to say, I don't know what to say. After a while, I only said to my sister, "I came back more when I was okay ..." I wanted to choke, just like when I first saw my sister yesterday.

I'm going to leave home again. Looking back at the yard, the red Ling Xiaohua and Ziwei are swaying in the autumn wind, and the small birds of the branches squat on it and keep looking around. , Reluctant.

When I got into the car, my eldest sister and sister stood beside the car. My sister repeatedly told: "Brother, drink less wine, and take care of the body."

After the car was launched, after looking back at the car, in the autumn, ordinary farmhouses have been waved to me ...

[About the author: Li Donghong, a native of Fugou County, Henan, graduated from the Department of Journalism of Zhengzhou University. He has successively served as editor and reporter of the Henan Daily, deputy director of the news special release department, and deputy director of the new media department. The editor -in -chief of the Henan Legal System. He has published 5 minister novels and prose collection of "Want to Watch Rain", "Anti -Corruption", "I'm a Police", "Question of Life", "52 Letters Written to Mother". Among them, "Question of Life" won the "Five One Engineering Awards" in Henan Province. .

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