Mountain Village Autumn Laurea Jianghua

At dusk, walk alone on the mountain village. The mountain breeze raised his hair, and the skin was grown in coolness. Autumn has arrived. Walking in the autumn wind, there will be a little loneliness, but the mountains and the mountains are all spring, which is in sharp contrast to the state of mind.

The grass and trees on the mountains spread, the green waves are reflected on the ground, in the air; the sunset is the same as the dark clouds.嘤 蟋蟀, 嘤 蝈蝈 蝈蝈 蝈蝈 蝈蝈 蝈蝈 蝈蝈 蝈蝈 啾 啾 啾 啾 啾 啾 啾 啾 啾 淙淙. The sound falls on the grass, on the branches, leaves, and on the mountain rock, and each sound is a note. The sound of nature is harmonious and fused, and the song that is in the autumn is up, thinking that the Teana is.

Passing through the neighbor's vegetable garden, the sweet potato vines are extended and lingering. The edges and edges are green and purple. I remember one morning two months ago, the neighbor's head was wearing a bucket of buckets, raising a hoe to the ground, and sowing sweet potato seedlings; in the afternoon, there was another bundle of bamboo and fence wall. In just 2 months, the sweet potatoes in the small garden were dense and the fragrance exuded.

In his childhood, rural life was difficult. In order to make up for the lack of food, every family planted sweet potatoes in his own vegetable garden. In autumn, the sweet potato vine leaves cover the vegetables, the autumn wind blows the sweet potato leaves, the garden is full of waves, and it looks like a long -sleeved dance in the sky.

The child likes to dig a few sweet potatoes in the back garden, and runs to the "mud pile" on the cricket, stack a tenth high, 156 cm wide mud stoves. Put the wire on the stove, put on sweet potatoes, and bake sweet potatoes picked by the match. Its fragrance and unparalleled taste cannot be expressed in words.

Today, I see the sweet potato garden again. The autumn wind blew beautifully like a song, thinking that it was a wonderful time, swaying lightly, bright, simple, stretched, like light.

There can be many villages in the mountain village. For example, the distant mountains are green, the rustic is rustling;

The setting sun is into the bamboo forest, entering the stream, and the golden light flying on the stream, like a piece of fish scales, sprayed with the eyes of people; the sound of spring water is like flute, guzheng, orchestra, and folk percussion. The stream is clear, thinking that its sound and color can wash the dust.

With the stream of the stream, we came to a small road and came to a family. There was an old farmer holding the fish and placed in the canal. Curious, watching the fish field fish swimming and chatting with the old farmers. He introduced that the canal was built after his retirement, and the stream was around the house. There are two or three hundred pounds of fish in the canal. During the talk, the fish entered the fish, and asked curiously, was it sold? He said he ate himself.

As the elderly appreciate the field fish, there are plants such as lotus, waterweed and other plants. The fish is playing in the clear water canal, sometimes jumping, sometimes dived, sometimes the lotus flowers, sometimes accompanied by joy. I teased that you can be riding a fish as accompanied by the old gentleman.

"Historical Records of the Biography of Fortunes" records, "In short, Chu Yue, the local people are rare, the rice rice, rice, fish, or fire farming and water. The sufferings, stole their lives, and have no accumulation and poverty. "The life of the elderly can be described as a modern version of" rice rice ". Tao Yuanming said, "The love of the relatives, the book of Le Qin to dispel the worry. The farmers sue Yu Yichun, and there will be something to be in the Xichou. . Mu Xinxin started to flow with the honor, and Quan Juan started. " Faced with nature in life, walking in the mountains and gardens is endless.

Fish 笱, my country's first dictionary "Eria Interpretation" explained "the lady's 笱 罶 罶".

Lu You's poems in the Song Dynasty said: "The little girl collects fish, children put duck columns. Isn't the first cold be good, there is no joy in the illness." The little girl collects the fish, and the children are put on ducks.

Through the bamboo forest, there are hundreds of acres of terraces, which are scattered. Walking towards the terrace, the milk flavor, sun flavor, and green grass and soil atmosphere of the rice flavor. Children who grow up in the countryside are engraved with the taste of rice fields. Some people say, "The memory of taste buds and lacrimal glands are integrated." I believe that the familiar taste, how can the familiar scenes hold back the excited tears?

When I was a child, I often walked on the fields when I went home from school. There are also frogs in the ears, and the dragonflies are full of rice branches. The geese in the sky fly south. Occasionally, when I saw the lonely geese hovering and wailing, the teenager would be shocked and worried that it would not find a companion.

Today, standing by the paddy field, watching the rice began to be full, and catching the image with the memory, the sound of "Bili lying on" in the paddy field was heard in the ears, and the mountain village was another year.

The autumn wind is clear, and the sky is hanging in the blue sky; mountain villages, autumn color waves, laying on the mountains, the joy of harvest began to diffuse in the farmhouse. (Su Delai)

【Edit: Zhang Jing】

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