[Prose] Summer crops (chapter 2) ‖ Jiahai

Summer crop flowers (one chapter outside)

Jiahai

I grew up in a remote small mountain village northern Sichuan, and my childhood spent in the barren villages. When I was a child, I rarely saw the famous flowers that can only be seen in the city. I only saw the colorful flowers in the fields from spring to autumn, especially the crops in the summer in the fields of my hometown.

When summer came to the countryside, the land in the countryside was a boundless garden. The colorful wild flowers of unknown names in the green grass, although the flowers are small, are very large, it seems that it will never be undefeated.

In summer, all kinds of crops and fruits in the fields have to bloom for the second time. The red lame flowers are red, and the corn flowers are white. As soon as they open, the trees are full of the ground, and the fields are like a colorful cloud.

In summer, the crops in the fields are everywhere, which is very spectacular. A piece of crops are a large flower garden, and flowers are constantly blooming every summer.

In summer, the large area of ​​corn flowers bloom, dye the boundless earth into a silver white, and the silver shines all over the land, and the people can't even open their eyes. Every time this season, the air is full of sweet aroma.

In the summer, the green fields are full of flowers, and there are many flowers. The sesame is white, the beanflower is purple, and the pumpkin flower is golden.

At the end of summer, Baihua began to wither. In the flower garden, only chrysanthemums were blooming, but there was still one day on the crops. It was buckwheat flowers.

Looking at the crops, my heart was shocked. In my eyes, in my heart, only the summer crops have such a big momentum and ability. As soon as it is opened, it will be overwhelmed to make the field colorful.

The crops in their hometown love flowers, and they also have their own values ​​to flowers. Since the day of the farmer's children's sensible, they have received the education of elders about love flowers. "There are flowers and reasons, and a flower is spoiled, which is the ancient training of thousands of seeds." It was deeply deep in the hearts of each farmful child, and no one would easily damage the flowers and flowers of the fruits and crops. The crop people love flowers, not to watch, but the rich fruits after the flowers. When the crops bloom in the summer, the elders watched it, and the flowers bloomed in the flowers, indicating the harvest of the fruit. The crops saw their hope of one year from the prosperous flowers.

In summer, the flowers flowers, a single look, it is small and thin. But the crops in the field in the summer are also groups. They are not arrogant. They speak, and hundreds of millions of flowers bloom at the same time, and hundreds of millions of flowers are inlaid into the boundless sea of ​​flowers. This kind of courage and strength may not be comparable to that of the flowers planting pots.

When I was a child, I love the crops of summer. I always love to sneak or stomach to pick one or several crop flowers in the scolding of adults, and then put the flowers close to my nostrils deeply. "It's so fragrant!" Essence

As I get older, I love summer crops more deeply, and I feel more and more like our farm children, just like our father and folk. In this world, many people seem to be small and humble. Many people have been unknown all their lives and silent. There is no shocking move in my life. However, it is the farmers and daughters like crops that have supported themselves, feed the superiors and lower generations, and support the world.

Dragon Boat Festival, I returned to my hometown for a long time. Perhaps it was just in June. The crops in the field have not yet opened, but the crops are very prosperous, with green stalks, and the leaves on the straw swaying in the summer breeze. I didn't see crops, I really felt regrettable. "Wait again and you will see the crops!" Mother's gravity said to me for a long time. "I am willing to wait, just like the lover of the first love." I said to my mother seriously, although I was regrettable and lost.

At this point, I suddenly remembered my father. I seemed to see him weed and fertilized in the cornfield, and shuttled back and forth in the cornfield. Father who is sick, do you still mind me picking corn flowers? Do you also allow me to take off the red cricket flowers into a bouquet and wear it on top of my head? Father, I really want to see your gratifying smile on the summer crops, your smile indicates that the fruit of autumn is tired!

Father, come back! We need you! Those summer crops will laugh at you! The fruit of autumn is still waiting for you to get it! However, my shout is so pale. Father leaves us forever! Father won't come back!

Recalling the summer crops in my hometown, I couldn't help thinking of my childhood partner. Now, who can, who is willing to accompany me to roll on the wild and enjoy the flowers and flowers to play with the river? I have learned a lot of knowledge in the crops in the crops since I was a child. From this variety of crops, I gradually received the enlightenment of my life. Today, I grew up and entered the city, staying away from the fields of my hometown step by step, and far from the crops like clouds, I couldn't help but feel infinitely stunned.

I want to feel the fragrance and warmth of my hometown land again. I want to pick up a crotch flower again, sniff the intoxicating taste, and then capture the gaze of the children of the farmer's children, and walk in the sea of ​​flowers.

How can I forget the summer crops in my hometown!

Distant rural memory

When I went to the school where my daughter was studying, I took her home and saw the children playing on the playground. They jumped, made trouble, and looked very happy. I was excited. I remembered my childhood and evoked my rural memory.

I was born in the 1970s. My hometown is in a remote small mountain village northern Sichuan, called Xichenggou. It is said that the government had wanted to build a city here in the past, but due to the lack of water, it was stranded. But this mountain village is still called Xichenggou. There is a curved river in the village that separates the mountains and the mountains there. The river water is not very deep, and the fish inside a lot. There are 5 little boys who were born in my year. We often play together. Of course, it is common to go down the river to touch fish. Often, we always return empty -handed. As a result, he kept roaring and scolding in the quiet river water, and then went home, and was scolded by an adult to be scolded by adults because of wet clothes. Usually we can't get "oil and water" in the river, but when we rise to the flood in the summer, we will not gain a lot. Several children meet, or touch the fish, or pick up the fish with shrimp rakes. It is not a problem to get half a catty of two pounds of fish in half a hour. The water in the river seems to be the blood flowing in our children's body, which gives us happiness and hope.

There are many rice fields in my hometown, which is also a good place for me to catch fish. Remember once, I pierced a small pond in a large field, and wanted to catch the fish with a basin. The mother passed by with firewood and grass, and said, "You can catch the fish, unless you are blind." I ignored my mother's advice. It took me nearly half an hour, and Tangzi was finally dried by me. Hey, a big slap. Let me see, it is really blind. This confirms the mother's words. My mother saw the fish, touched my head, and smiled relieved.

My childhood has a deep fish complex, but I don't like to eat fish in my life. For me, catching fish just adds childhood fun.

At that time, the villagers were not very intense. Children love to go to the mountains to pry Pinellia and sell it to the pharmacy to subsidize their homes. The children and I carried a bamboo basket, pryed the iron, and found Banxia Miao in the mountains. Turn over a mountain and mountains, solemn back pain and back pain, sweaty, and can't pry much. For the harvest of Pinellia, we will dig a large hole in the place not far from home, put more or less Pinellia in each time, and then cover it. When you accumulate at a time, wait for too much to sell. In the season when Banxia grows, the children can be seen everywhere on the mountains, and sometimes even adults join it.

My father is a primary school teacher. There are many willow trees in my father's school. I often take my companion to the cats under the willow. I heard that the tender skin of the willow can be eaten, so I stole a knife from my father's office, peeling out the willow bark with my companion with a knife, and eating the middle tender part. Over time, several willow trees have been ate a large hole by us, and adults have not discovered. Until one day, my father knew. After investigation, a few children headed by me were "caught and brought to justice." Therefore, my father hit me and threatened not to get half a step closer to school. Looking back now, I feel really stupid.

Our mountain village is rich in peaches. Standing on the hill, seeing the peach trees and Li trees in the village. Especially in the spring, the sea of ​​flowers are all over the mountains. In summer, Li Zi is mature. Every household has it, and the fruit is not rare. Our children climbed up the tall Li Shu and picked Li Zi to eat unscrupulously. I often eat my stomach swelling and I can't walk. When I was a kid, I often had toothache. The adults said that they had eaten too much, especially the plums with insects. Whether there is a scientific basis, you don't need to go deep.

In those years, the cultural life in the countryside was quite scarce. There is no TV in the village, only when someone gets married and birthday, she placed movies or videos that night. The projector was picked back from a far -reaching bamboo basket. As soon as I heard a movie or video, our child was the happiest. Immix the night dinner early, carefully do the torch, and regard the road to the distance, you have to go everywhere. Sometimes the news is wrong and often runs the road, but we have not cut our determination next time. Sometimes the screening is windy and rainy, and the electric flashes are thunderous. I do n’t know how many times they fell or slipped off the deep ditch. After watching the martial arts kung fu film, as soon as we arrived, we learned how people in the play, dancing boxing and legs, and still thinking about it. Excited and excited.

Nowadays, my childhood time is far away, but I miss my childhood, miss my partners of the same age, and miss my distant countryside!

Sorghum red

Outside the window was the vast field, and the red shadow was shown in front of the eyes, and the red sorghum was embellished with autumn. The short red was separated by the rows of rows of rows of plum trees in the fields, and the fiery sorghum swaying the low -drooping rice ears smiled at passers -by. The red sorghum rendered a beautiful picture of the autumn field. The red sorghum pulled the colorful skirt and summoned us elegantly.

one

The most eye -catching villages such as Sinan, Dabai Mountain, Anshan, and Renjiaba, Jialing Town, Jialing District, Nanchong, and sorghum in the fields. The sorghum sorghum brushed his head with a heavy red spike, standing into a beautiful scenery in the autumn in the farmhouse. The sorghum is red. The sorghum ears were blushed with a full hammer under the sun, as if the playful little girl showed the sweet smile of the joyful smile.

The autumn is here, and the endless sorghum land of Si Nanzhang, Dabai Mountain, Anshan, Renjiaba and other villages seems to be a painting in the field. The autumn breeze blew, and the leaves of the lasc lan laid rang. You sorghum you next to me and I squeeze you. The red sorghum ears smiled heavyly. In the sorghum, there were whispers and gas with the sorghum land. The one who bowed his head was waiting for you to open the sickle harvest in a humble attitude. The red sorghum was tall and tall, although his head was on the heavy sorghum spike. A sorghum flashed with the gloss of sweat and stains of people in Anshan Village. Si Nanzhang, Dabai Mountain, Anshan Mountain, Renjiaba and other villages are suitable for planting sorghum. There are several species of sorghum planted in the village. In addition to sweet sorghum, a small part of the planting sticks are planted. Essence In the autumn, the red sorghum ears were made up of the autumn sunlight, and the endless sorghum red, like a red cloud flying in the sky.

Sinan, Dabai Mountain, Anshan Mountain, Renjiaba and other villages are pure natural without any doping. The villagers who worked for a day were sleeping on the bed paved with sorghum orange. Under the pillow packed with sorghum particles, there would be a shame of the heart and spleen.

two

Industry is the lifeline of agricultural and rural development. Longjing Town is dominated by hills, complex terrain, dispersion of land, and large -scale operations. The conditions for agricultural infrastructure are relatively backward. In 2019, after the reform of the township administrative division was adjusted, Ji Feng Town, Lile and Music Township, and Taoyuan Township were revoked, and the administrative area of ​​its affiliated was placed under the jurisdiction of Longjing Town. The town covers an area of ​​98.06 square kilometers, with a cultivated area of ​​55,800 acres. It has 5 neighborhood committees in 21 villages and 4,8854 people. As a typical hilly township, in the face of the large area, less Tuda, fewer places, and lack of deserted problems, a group of party committees and governments led by the young town party committee secretary Sun Wei have always focused on the results of poverty alleviation and rural areas. Effectively connect with revitalization, adhere to the development concept of "strong industrial towns and industrial towns", focus on pillar industries such as sorghum, and promote economic development with industrial development.

"At present, the industries of Longjing Town have blossomed all over the place, the scale has been greatly improved, and the development is prosperous. The town grows 6,000 acres of red sorghum." Sun Wei, the secretary of the young Longtong Town Party Committee, told the author that the town also further explores and improves the industrial chain, extending agricultural and sideline products plus plus agricultural and sideline products plus plus agricultural and sideline products plus plus industry. Sun Wei in front of him flickered with joy and hope.

"In the development of the agricultural industry, we innovatively explore the modern industrial development ideas of 'professionalization+mechanization+technology+ordering', and adhere to the road of large -scale operations." Sun Wei introduced. In addition, for the problem that the lack of deserted land and the unable to cultivate the elderly in the left -behind elderly, Longjing Town established 26 village collective economic organizations, which will be taken over by collective economic organizations. In the layout, it is necessary to supplement the agricultural company, agricultural cooperatives, and family farmers, so as to comprehensively solve the problem of land wasteland in the town. Up to now, Longxuan Town has resolved more than 12,000 acres of wasteland land, of which the sorghum base has solved more than 6,000 acres of wasteland land.

A few days ago, the red sorghum town of Longjing Town ushered in harvest, and the town's 6,000 acres of red sorghum harvesting was completed, with an output of 2,000 tons. Looking at the Mancang's sorghum, the villagers, owners, and town and village cadres were happy.

"In 2020, we developed 5,500 acres of red sorghum in scale, with an output of 1,600 tons. Based on the market price of about 5,000 yuan per ton, the output value is about 8 million yuan." Sun Wei said.

"Longying Town is located at the G318 National Highway and S208 Provincial Highway Conference, 25 kilometers from Jialing City, 35 kilometers of Gaoping Airport, and 10 kilometers of Datong Exit of Chengnan Expressway. The geographical location is very superior." Sun Wei introduced. The Yimin Grain and Oils Professional Cooperative has seen the local advantageous environment, a good foundation, and the market prospects of sorghum. Only the cooperatives chose to settle in Longjing Town to develop red sorghum planting. They are full of confidence in future development.

You can see the mountains, you can see the water, remember to live in nostalgia. The father and fellows of Longjing Town are as red as red sorghum, red and red, and proud red.

three

On the vast dragon land, a rod is neat and swaying, a piece of endless red sorghum. They crowded together lively, rubbing each other, warm, and guarding ... The wind of autumn, like a horns of a horns passing by from the top of their heads, they were comfortable to twist their long waists and flashed. It looks like the colorful dragon dancing at the village during the New Year. The range of Cai Long's flipping is far from being exaggerated as the sorghum twisting, so wanton.

Time enters the Mid -Autumn Festival, and the sorghum is really red. "Three days in the beginning of autumn are all over the place, and the sorghum enters the harvest season. Si Nanzhang, Dabai Mountain, Anshan, Renjiaba and other villages are red for thousands of acres of sorghum land. Add a beautiful halo. The folks carried their back baskets, pulled a car car, and had farm tools such as sickle on the car. They came to the sorghum land in the morning in the morning, and they were lined up. In the stuffy sound of the sickle "噗", they began to harvest. The men bent over, waved their arms, and killed the sorghum; the women held the short knife, cut the thick sorghum ears from the upper end of the sorghum pole. Sorghum spikes and sorghum rods are arranged in the fields in order to enjoy the last exposure of Qiuyang.

Standing in the autumn wind, looking at the red sorghum red, the villagers' harvest and the young Sun Wei's hearts were intertwined.

Four

The way to the sorghum land, bending curved, old and elder. Sun Wei said that the end of the road was another scenery. You need to know that the road will only go wider and wider, the warmer, the more better.

Sun Wei said that he was afraid that he would not be able to look at the reddish brown soil, the sorghum land on the soil. Numerous times warmed it on it, and the villagers' body temperature and atmosphere was left on it. Then, we took a mud to the road, with a strands of grass incense. We always feel warm. As long as we plant sorghum on the soil, water, sprinkle with fat, and sorghum red emerge in four seasons, although we are actually far and far ...

Sun Wei in front of him is so stylish and young, so elegant.

In most people's eyes, Sun Wei is not understood. I said, you are tired of the development of the sorghum base in Longxuan Town, and you still have a good rest? Sun Wei smiled. He said that men live like a beautiful red sorghum at any time, standing upright and resolute.

Sun Wei lived too much like a red sorghum. He is so handsome, beautiful, and brilliant, so open and personality. He said, I don't want to live like grass. He said that he was too aggrieved as a man. Men should be as beautiful as a red sorghum.

The flowers bloomed and thanked, and a few years passed. Sun Wei and the leaders and the masses of Longjing Town have gone through the days of dependence with sorghum. Sun Wei taught how leaders and the masses lived a bland life, and how to live himself like a red sorghum in a bland life. For Sun Wei, life is a red sorghum. Every red sorghum is a day of red and red!

five

A burst of autumn wind passed by, and a layer of red printed and dyed by sorghum leaves on the ground.

The sun is red, blood is also red; the sun is hot and blood is hot; the sun is the power of life, and blood is the source of life. Before the winter came, in front of the fiery sorghum base in Longjing Town, we firmly remembered the red -remembering its real color that it accumulated in prosperity, that is, sorghum red!

In the world's red world in the sorghum base of Longjing Town, the state of mind will be blooming. The cadres and the masses of Longjing Town, especially Sun Wei, are also red!

Standing in the sun, standing in the fiery sorghum land in Longjing Town, looking at a red sorghum swaying in the wind, the young Sun Wei was so emotional.

The setting sun is already down, everything is quiet. At this time, only the smoke marks in the village of Longjing Town were wiped lightly.

Source: Sichuan Provincial Local House Work Office

Author: Jia Hai (member of the Chinese Prose Society, a member of the Sichuan Writers Association, a first -level Chinese -level Chinese -level Chinese -level Chinese -level Chinese -level Chinese -level Teacher in Jialing District, Nanchong City. "That Sea")

Picture: Fang Zhi Sichuan

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