Recommended reading ｜ Seed corn

—— "村.” "Series twenty -three

□ Li Donghong

Yesterday, my body was a little uncomfortable. When I went to the hospital for examination, I saw a doctor who was also a ditch in her hometown. "What is the corn in my hometown now?" He knew that I often went back and asked me while diagnosed.

In the meantime, we talked about our hometown, the corn, and the hometown. He said that he planted corn when he was in his hometown, and he had a deep relationship with corn.

In my hometown, corn is called "Baogu". At that time, in addition to eating corn, you could sell money. Therefore, after the wheat was collected, most of the autumn crops of every family were corn. Unlike the present, what made money, such as melon fruit, soybeans, vegetables, and so on.

In fact, my feelings for corn are also deep.

The poet of the Tang Dynasty poet Li Shen said: "Spring planting a grain of millet, 10 tens of thousands of seeds in autumn." That year, when I was in elementary school, after the wheat accepted, my mother took me to the ground to plant corn, fearing that I would be affected, and my mother dug a small pit in front of me, let me put corn seeds behind. Under the sun in the sun, the hot and unbearable, the mother seemed to take care of everything, and worked hard at all, but occasionally wiped the sweat beads with a white towel hanging around her neck, then bent down, and continued to work.

One day, the corn was finished because of drought. In order to ensure that corn sprouts, early the next morning, the mother got up early to go to water. Seeing that I was going, the mother said, "Watering is too tired. Well at home. "After that, I walked out of the house with a bucket. Looking at the mother's back, some distressed. There was a small river beside the ground. I knew that the mother raised water from the small river by bucket.

When I returned home at noon, I saw my mother's exhaustion, and sweat sticking my mother's hair to her face, and there were several small mud on my face.

Life will never live up to hard -working people. It didn't take long for the corn to bud, and silently grew in the sun, accompanied by the wind, and rain. Later, the corn grew to the height of the waist, and it was time to fertilize.

One morning, the mother, me, sister, and the big sister who had just married to my family to fertilize corn, two people in a group. Perhaps because of the big sister and strong energy, the mother asked me to be with the big sister. Fertilizer is a small pit with iron crickets at the root of the corn, and the other person puts a handful of chemical fertilizers behind.

In the corn field in summer, there was no trace of wind, which was sultry and hot, and it was so hot that it couldn't breathe. On the roadside tree, he kept crying.

Because fertilization should be bent down, I can't stand it for a while.

"Child, don't do it, let's take a break." Mother came over, wiped the sweat on my forehead with a towel, and said distressed.

"No, I want to continue to work." After a brief rest, I stood up from the ground and continued to fertilize with her mother.

Seeing this, she said to her sister and grandmother, "Dong Hong is stubborn, and she is not convinced, like me." After that, the mother laughed, and her smile was as bright as the little flower on the side of the road.

One morning, after taking the fertilizer, a few we were dragging their tired bodies on their way home after applying the fertilizer. On the side of the road, there were a lot of small flowers, and they opened my mouth and laughed. I pinched a red one and worn on the mother's head. The sister and the big sister laughed. Mother, laughed too.

The sweaty sweat turned into golden after the corn matures. The singular of the Song Dynasty poet once wrote the scene of corn harvest: "The mountains are in October, and the early wind of Xiaolu is cold. The top of the moon is as beautiful as painting in autumn. The dew in the morning is a bit cool with the wind. The corn in the ground is cooked.

In the harvest season, it is still a mother, sister, a sister -in -law, and me.

Last time I went back to the village, I looked at the cornfield that was growing up, and the scenes of that year were in sight.

Soon after, this year's corn is going to mature. I still want to go back to the corn, but the mother is gone ...

[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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