[Prose] In the midsummer of that year (one chapter outside) ‖ Yang Congli

Summer that year (one chapter outside)

Yang Congli

The cicada sounds awake again, and I still remember that in the innocent child, summer always made people forget time. My hometown is hiding in an inconspicuous village. Although there are many difficult years there, the memory of it is rich.

We in childhood, we like to "pull gangs" and have a large group of playmates. At that time, we were all in the first and second grades. In the summer vacation, we threw the schoolbag to a corner of the house, and most of the summer was crazy in the wild. There is a pond in front of the neighbor's house, wrapped in a dense tree, which is simply a sacred place for summer. We don't care about those crowded duckweed, the swimming fish and shrimp are simply unavailable. The wind was shaking, and the sparkling waves on the water floated, and finally the feet on our childish face. I do n’t know who stole a few pieces of braised meat from the house, tied it into the water with a thin line, and really caught the shrimp, which attracted us to worship and imitate. But the adults casually "don't play with the water", let my fishing dream into a phantom and go away.

In the summer, the seedlings were short of water, and the old farmers dug a mouth in Tian Yan, so that the water sources kept flowing from the upstream. The water is extremely clear, just like the flowing glass flowing, and even the small snails and crabs at the bottom of the water can be seen clearly. We took off the mud -paste sandals, stepped into the transparent water flow, and laughed at a cool side. The rice on both sides of Tian Yan is already high, exuding the fragrance of Ruoluo, making the excitement gradually calm. The flowing water is cool, rice fragrant, we do not feel tired and laugh ...

The cicada sounds from zero to here, and the sun is hung on the blue sky, and the heavy rice ears on both sides of the field. The rigid field was full of golden rice, and the golden notes beating in the air. At noon, the adults went home to sleep after the rice, and our children took on the heavy responsibility of guarding the rice. If there are people passing by at this time, they will definitely laugh: a group of half -old children wear adult straw hats, carry thin bamboo poles on their shoulders, and walk like a decent way. My eyes were sharp, and I pointed not far away, "There is a sparrow!" Then he slammed into it. The sparrow fled, the back was very disappointed, but I was a little careless.

Grandma's vegetable garden is always my childhood paradise, red and gorgeous peppers, green green vegetables, Huang Chengcheng's pumpkin, wild -climbing melon vine, brutal weeds, and Naton Stone steps. I often step on the black soil, stuck my grandmother and spoke endless words, and enjoy the simple farmhouse. Through the branches of the ancient trees, Jinyang dropped the cool ground, and the hot wind blowing, rolled up a tree, and the bamboo chair bent under the tree creaked. Grandma took out the frozen watermelon from the well and cut it with a smile. In the green skin and red meat, there were a few black watermelon seeds, which were cool and seemed very tempting. I picked up half a watermelon and raised the spoon. The hot and humid air was filled with the sweetness of the watermelon. The full juice flowed down the corner of the mouth and dripped on the white shirt, but I couldn't care about it. Eat the summer with a bite.

That summer, the Yingshan red in the distant mountains also opened. The red and bright, clusters, clusters, the wind blowing, the mountains are like fire, and it is very good at summer. "Three hundred miles of mirror lakes, and the lotus flowers." The pool was exuding the fragrance, and even if a few miles away, you could smell it. With jade beads, a "big beads and small beads fall into the jade plate", the surprising green snail moves lazily on the wall of the pool, duckweed drifting on the water surface, from time to time, frogs come from time to time, I stand like this, so I will stand like this. Just feel the little beauty of summer.

I have appreciated the hot clouds in the summer, blowing through the cool dangers, picking beautiful lotus flowers, walking in the streets in the town, drinking oranges soda holding watermelon, but always feeling that they are not as good as that mysterious summer night. At that time, the night sky seemed to be taller and far -reaching. In the dark sky, a little stars were accompanied by the moon. The hazy night suddenly became bright, the shadow was swaying, and the moonlight rolled the layer of waves on the grass. The sound of cicadas was quiet, the singing mother's singing did not know where to flow from where and where the frogs were drowned by the adults' chats. The children were lying on a rattan chair and a few secrets in exchange. Their clear eyes shot out. The colorful light, like the naughty night breeze grabbed a star, took a pile of water, decorated with the eyes of the children.

This is the beauty of the midsummer that year. Later, Qingcui's green was still flowing in the summer, and the grain field would still float the fragrance of rice in the summer. What disappeared was a group of rushing figures and bright and bright smiles. It's not the old in summer, but we have grown up. When I grow up, I will leave my childhood, and it is a year of midsummer, but my friends have not seen each other for many years. Suddenly, I felt that the winding fields in my hometown were like the road to peach blossoms ...

The blue sky, the wind blows through the wind

I know that there are places that I can't go in this world, far away I can't see, and loneliness that I can't think of, the world's quiet and noisy, and the road I walked is equally long and old.

Zeng fantasizing that strolling on the lazy street, walking with a cat or a dog, listening to the old teeth on both sides of the street, as if this is the old land. Yes, I just want to go silently, not to be noticeable, and not to win the lord.

Everyone has what they want, and what I want is just holding my cat, dragging my dog, and slowing down and living. I am slow, the car, the horses are all slow. Occasionally, the soft and sad wind that crosses the cheeks is also slow. That's it! It's pretty good, isn't it? I walked silently and thought silently: Repeat some trivial, delicate and beautiful stories that I spent two or three years ago, and revisit the movies that made me cry when I was crying. Remember the feeling of night breeze? Remember the tranquility of Haoyue in the air? Remember ... Remember? I ask myself.

Of course, it is undeniable that the only thing in this world is always changing, and people are the same, and they change at all times, but do you see the scenery on both sides of the road, hey, don’t lower your head, look up at your head and look at it. Bar! These four weeks are the landscapes for you. Do you see your former yourself? At that time, you were laughing, making trouble, and crying; running, moving, and also working hard. Willing to bump and bump, will there be an impulse to applaud for yourself now?

The evening breeze and Haoyue are here again. It awakened my thoughts. From the time of flying, I saw myself who challenged the lights in the night. It turned out that I was so lonely at that time! It turned out that only the shadow was still accompanying me. It turned out that it was always lonely on the road to success. You have to fight alone, and you have to bear it alone.

The wind is always passionate, and as soon as he pays attention, it goes to 10,000 miles away.

In the blue sky, the wind blows through tens of thousands of miles.

You, still you.

Source: Sichuan Provincial Local House Work Office

Author: Yang Congli (Class 4 of the Literature and Art Department of Yibin College, 4th Class 2021, Jiang Dejun Sword Creative Writing Workshop)

Picture: Fang Zhi Sichuan

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