Early in the morning, the sun is still lazily lying in the nest, farmers early in the crop field waving hoe. The sun was noisy really can't sleep, open sleepy eyes, angry will be torn open a gap, red head trembling out of the eastern mountain beams, a golden glory "swish" sprinkled with emerald green fields. Early birds chirping crisply, as if to the late sun cheer cheer, it violently leaped to break the clouds, jumped to the sea of clouds above. The gullies and ravines of northern Shaanxi, the mountain mounts and round hills, and the forks of the rivers were all at once sharply delineated, the bright places bright, the dark places dark. The green mountains were also coated with a golden color. The neatly arranged cornstalks lengthened their shadows, clapping and applauding in the cool morning breeze to welcome the arrival of a new day. The cornfield in northern Shaanxi is not the same as Guanzhong, which is a whole area that you can't see the edge of, while northern Shaanxi is like the Terracotta Warriors' square formation, filled with ditches and forks, oh-yeh-yeh-yeh-yeh-yeh-yeh-yeh. During the sudden interspersed sunflowers, grain, millet, potatoes and other autumn crops out of the square, like in the colorful brocade embellished flowers, beautiful. As long as there is a piece of land as big as the palm of your hand, there will be squares of fall crops, and the man-made terraces in the 60s were like rolled buns, peeling away from high to low, layer by layer, providing a platform for the fall crops to show themselves. One by one, they frantically pull themselves up, lest they delay the ripening season. Grain dragging a long wolf tail like ears, heavy low head, with the breeze gently swaying, along with the distant shepherds rough, poignant albatross bobbing head, like a drunk; sorghums high red head, full of ears brushed straight to the sunny sky, there is a kind of wine ask the heroic spirit of the sky. The green corn spreads its broad leaves, modestly hiding its immature stalks under its armpits for fear of being broken off, but its red tassels have exposed its exact position; the millets shake their broad broom-like ears as if they were sweeping away the dust in the air, swinging ceaselessly with the wind, and the sky is thus blue, blue, blue, blue, and clear like a baby's eyes, clean, clear, and innocuous; the potato blossom is in blossom. Peony, a potato flower is white and flawless, competing with each other, the fragrance of the flower attracted the birds to come to forage for food, the scarecrow danced the red plastic bag in his hand in a hurry, frightening the birds did not dare to come close to them, but only chattering and clamoring in the far distance. A bed of sunflowers all brushing the ground to the sun, showing their lovely smile, accept the sunshine bath and review. And pumpkin vines are spread on the ground, has been like a small watermelon size pumpkin mischievous out of the melon vines, curious to explore the world. The bottom of the ditch earthworm-like brook sang happily, it did not stop because of their own small and forward steps, but day and night running, nourishing, nourishing people, generations of reproduction. Both sides of the creek is full of lush green willow, they are like the aunt of Shaanxi Province, dancing with their hair, charming; straight straight drill poplar like the great husband, standing in the ditch above, the only water left to the weak wife, they are uncomplaining to guard the beautiful aunt of the mother-in-law, life and death, never leave each other. The water grass at the bottom of the ditch is rich and dense, is a paradise for cattle and sheep, but also a good place for city people to relax and cool off.
In the shaded side of the mountain cliffs, depressions, weeds from time to time flashed a fiery red, brightly colored, delicate santan flowers, stamens probed five or six pink columns, columns piled up on top of a layer of powdery pollen, fragrant and enthusiastic, so that the bees are reluctant to leave for a long time.
Another plant far from the water is a specialty of northern Shaanxi - jujube. The jujube tree chooses to grow either on the edge of the cliff or in the mountain mount, it only needs a handful of water, can give a tree of green and sweet. The jujube not only quenches thirst, but also fills hunger. It is just like the people of northern Shaanxi, simple, selfless and atmospheric. It is this unique spirit of selflessness and dedication that led the Chinese revolution to victory.
Time to noon, the sun lost its temper. The temperature soared to more than 30 degrees at once. Sunflowers slightly drooping curtains, corn, sorghum, pumpkin potatoes have drooped leaves, as far as possible to protect their own fruit, like the wind and sand veiled young woman in the protection of their children. The hot sun scorching the earth, wheat manna like Zha's people burning fire. Shaanbei people seem to have long been accustomed to this relatively harsh weather, the street rarely see people with umbrellas to shield the sun, people are calm as usual, hurrying.
In the afternoon, Ge Ba Ba a thunder in the sky, dry hard dry hard hit in the mountain mount mount, shocked the kiln rustling off the soil. A black cloud to the west side of the mountain driving a fast wind came from the sky, in a flash of wind, the sky and the earth is yellow. The wind swept up the 'yellow soil squinting people can not open their eyes, people can only slant their bodies, head down in the gale, with a hand in front of the forehead, staggering home. Not long after, the copper coin-sized raindrops drilled through the gaps in the wind, big drops slanting down into the ditches and roundabouts of the Loess Plateau, splashing a layer of yellow mist. In the blink of an eye, the rain has woven a curtain in the sky, and the muddy yellow muddy water flows down the mountain mounts, rivers, and roads. Suddenly Ge Ba Ba sound, a lightning bolt split the heavy clouds, shining the heaven and earth thief bright. The people who were in a hurry to go home were like a chicken in a soup, running, riding motorcycles, bicycles, driving cars, and the storm couldn't stop them from going home. The rain steeply filled the streets, forming an unstoppable yellow flood, surging to the endless flow of the Wuding River. Expected that this thunderstorm said to stop, just now also lightning, thunder, heavy rain, let a person have a kind of apocalyptic feeling, instantly but the clouds dissipate, turned into a sunny day. The rain in northern Shaanxi came quickly and left quickly, will not be lingering a few days without stopping, it is like the northern Shaanxi man rough and bold, dry and sharp, and the fall crop is also because it is strong and growing.
The sun after a day of trekking, tossing and turning, but also failed to Shaanxi mountains, Shaanxi land, Shaanxi people tamed, and finally dragged the tired body sliding down the western mountains. The beautiful red evening sun greeted it attentively, just before it sank into the western mountains of the moment also defiantly take a look at this piece of magical land.
The crescent moon reveals its lovely smiling face, spreading soft silver light all over the earth, caressing the scarred, crisscrossed gullies. A few small stars in the sky, bright and dim, blinking mischievously, seem to greet the earth after the rain. The dry heat of the day was swept into the Wuding River by the cool westerly wind, and flowed into the distance with the gushing river. People came out of their homes to cool off and talk in the warm countryside, in the leisure squares of the city, and under the willow trees. With the resounding sound of gongs and drums and the joyful sound of suona, the rice-planting teams dressed in national costumes come. Men stay colorful fan, women dance colorful silk, the atmosphere is lively and extraordinary. Actors labor during the day, dressed in costume at night, take vigorous steps, make twisting, swinging, walking, jumping, turning movements to dance in the rice-planting song square. Rice-planting team by the head tied goat's belly handkerchiefs, hand-held umbrella umbrella leader, with the beat of the music improvised choreographed and sung, the export of logic. He led the singing, the players repeated his last line, the words are vivid, easy to understand, the audience shouted loudly, the palm of the hand clapping pain do not know. Some people shouted, "Knock up and twist, don't knock or twist and sing." Their exaggerated movements, rich expression, bold and rugged, dashing and generous, fully embodies the simple, naive, cheerful and optimistic character of the people of northern Shaanxi Province. They use this simple, elegant art form to express the joy of the harvest in sight and the desire for a better life.
Oh, the fall of northern Shaanxi in the farmer's face happy folds, full of joy and longing for a good harvest; the fall of northern Shaanxi in the festive and rugged suona sound, melodious and mournful; the fall of northern Shaanxi in the plump and gentle Auntie Mili rice-planting song, enthusiastic and exuberant; the fall of northern Shaanxi in the mountain mounts and round hills, gullies and forks, the river and streams, turquoise and crystal clear. The fall of northern Shaanxi is the season of harvest, the season of joy, the season of desire and beautiful.