Recommended reading ｜ Cotton flowers bloom

—— The twenty -fourth of the "村.” "Series

Li Donghong

Back to the village, I saw a piece of cotton in front of the door of the neighbor Dong Zhi's house, with white, and red, all opened their mouths, shaped like a small speaker.

At the gate of many people, the gates of many people are planted in various flowers, the flowers of the flowers, and the peach red with red and purple. It is a piece of cotton.

When I asked the reason, Grandpa Dong Zhi smiled and said, "There is nothing, just plant some cotton. In the coming year, you can be a quilt. You can make a cotton clothes for his grandchildren. "After speaking, Grandpa Dong Zhi laughed again, smiling, simple like the open cotton flower.

The poet Zuohe Shui wrote in "Seven Jue · Cotton Cotton": "Do not love the name of Xiahua, clean up the blue wild cloth Yunxia.

In the 1980s, Fugou County was a well -known cotton planting base in the country. Every family planted cotton, and cotton has also become the main source of economic income at that time.

My family also grow cotton.

Cotton is a fine work. First, put it in thinner, put the cotton seeds in, and then cover it with a plastic film. Slowly, the cotton seeds germinate. After growing into the seedlings, it will be rowed into the ground one by one.

When I was in high school, I planted cotton with my mother every year. In the field, the folks who squatted on the ground were crouched on the ground. Looking at it from a distance, the entire field was like a painting. I learned the appearance of my mother, squatted on the ground, tapped the pit with a small shovel, and then put the cotton seedlings in the small pit and buried it with the soil. Cotton seedlings are like a child, very good, let you touch it.

In the sun, in the wind and rain, cotton seedlings slowly grew up. Fertilization and medicine, each household has carefully taken care of his own hope.

That year, after the summer vacation, I returned home from Zhengzhou University, which was taking medicine for cotton. After having breakfast, the mother was going to go out with a bottle of pesticide with a bottle of pesticide.

"Silly child, you won't take medicine, let's talk about it, what if you are poisoned? You still read a book at home."

"No, I must go."

After his father died, the mother pushed everything in the house with her thin body. I want to share some of them.

Seeing that I was going to go, my mother said, "Well, there is a medicine barrel at home, you go with me back."

In the ground, the mother took the water from the river ditch, distributed the medicine, and then mentioned the barrel to my back. Back on the back, the medicine barrel is really heavy, I don't know how the mother can bear it.

Walking in the deep cotton land, there are many small flowers on each cotton tree, grinning, laughing, and seeing my arrival. However, on the small white flowers, occasionally seeing motility bugs.

My mother and I sprayed pesticides side by side. The sun was hot, the grilled face pain, and the stuffy cotton land was scattered everywhere with the pesticide taste of the nose. I turned to look at my mother, and my mother was calm, and she focused on the medicine.

One morning, a few barrels of medicines were taken down, and cotton in more than four acres of cotton took medicine. When I walked out of the cotton land, I was paralyzed on the ground, panting with a big mouth. The mother hurried to the side of the river ditch, washed the towel, and ran over and gently wiped my face. "If you haven't done this work, the mother knows that you will not be able to stand it. Next time you don't come."

"No, I'm here next time!" I said stubbornly, and my mother wiped my face. In an instant, I felt a coolness all over.

Back at home, the mother asked me to lie on the bed in the hall and rest, and walked into the kitchen again ...

In the season of harvest in autumn, a small white or red flower turned into a white cotton wool. Looking at it, the blue sky field was white.

Standing on the ground, watching the white snow -white cotton, the mother smiled. She knew that she had money to pay me tuition.

Now, because of the adjustment of the planting structure, the village has no more cotton. Therefore, seeing the cotton at the door of Dongzhi Grandpa's house, I feel particularly kind.

The cotton at the door of Grandpa Dongzhi was still blooming. I believe that soon, he will have a good harvest. Because the flowers were poured with sweat ...

[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 collections such as "Want to Watch Rain", "Anti -Corruption", "I am a police", "Question of Life", "52 Letters to Mother". Among them, "Question of Life" won the "Five One Engineering Awards" in Henan Province. .

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