With a dream, with madness, across the old rusty motorcycle, walking in the mud of the countryside.
No thinking, no remorse, an umbrella, a satchel, a pair of rain shoes, walking in the mud of the countryside.
The school's laughter is gone, and the tide of work is gone. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money for the work you are doing. The road is bumpy, and I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get through it. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and then you can get your hands on some of the most popular ones. Late at night, always in the dream, the love of the ramblings, written in verse, hidden in a delicate envelope, quietly placed on her desk. With trepidation, watching her every move, waiting for her reply. This mood, as if there is a deer in the heart, restless, the torment, engraved in the bones. The result or success, or failure, or accepted, or rejected, are turned into sour tears of laughter, set in the deepest part of time.
May, the song of youth, singing in the thin mud of the countryside road. Without her company, sitting in the shade of the tree constantly recalling. A broken song, never forget to hum like that. Every day busy work, just wait in the dusk, yellow light, slowly drunk into the dreamland.
Once upon a time, I started to care about other people's clothing, food, housing and transportation, but I had no time to take care of myself.
This afternoon, came to Li everyone, just into the house, a greeting, handed me a wipe the stool, served a cup of hot tea. A birth control publicity work began in this way. No matter who raised questions, they had to be explained in detail one by one. Here, there is no need for class, no need for much cultural knowledge. In the evening, into the Cui moncler outlet store home, a small square table, a pot of sour soup, a big bowl of bacon, served a bowl of Baogu rice, pulled a long wooden stool, eating and drinking, the old man smiled squinting: "So you are not from the city ah!"
Slowly, I began to love this land, like the people here. I put my all in this yellow land, love this work.
In May, the mud of the countryside, muddy after the rain, slippery slippery. An umbrella, a satchel, a pair of rain shoes, walking in the mud of the countryside, the back of the shadow lingers in the grass and leaves are about to drop the dewdrops.
Article 2: Walking on the countrysideThat feeling, that taste, that mood is even more new. The grass is still like that; the flowers are still so colorful; the stream is still so smooth.
I jumped on my backpack, still like that, and liked to go home around the ridge. I kept saying hello to the uncles and uncles working in the fields, and they might as well have said, "Our little rascal is out of school, and we're busy again." They said, but still do not forget the action of the hand, "more, still fresh!"" Enough, enough, thank you, thank you." The folks are so enthusiastic; the feelings are so good; the smile is so sweet.
The field of rapeseed flowers bloomed, golden, a wind blew, nodded, haha waist, I also waved with them, twisted his butt. In the distance, nearby, next to the family cooking smoke curls, lined with the red sun under the sunset, and with the clatter of the stream, how cozy, how harmonious.
With the leap of time, now, everything has changed. A high-rise building rose up, instead of the smoke curling village, the concrete road crisscrossing; instead of the road traffic; Block through the city of stone bridges, instead of the clear stream on the wooden bridge.
I once again walked on the road home, but the lack of the old laughter, chicken and dog barking; the lack of the old traffic, wheat rolling; the lack of the old fragrance of flowers, rice intoxicating.
I leaned against the tree, looking up at the sky, everything here is the new era of life that people long for, and why do I have a lingering, a touch of sadness.
The cool wind was blowing, and I walked along the countryside.
Article 3: Walking on the countryside path essaySpring is coming, but there are still a few cold. But this coldness can not overcome the flowers blossom to compete for color.
Walking in the countryside on the road, the strange fragrance will drill into your nostrils. This kind of fragrance, you are familiar and strange. There is a little bit of earthy fragrance and a light, pungent fragrance coupled with that fresh air, simply intoxicating.
Walking along the countryside, your whole body is soothed and relaxed. Eyes slightly closed, hands spread, and then take a deep breath. At this point, the soft spring breeze, you will feel floating, like a bird as free to soar over the grassland.
At a glance, a golden rape flowers lively and cheerful open; but some are so shy that even a leaf does not dare to open out. In the middle of an acre of land is planted green bok choy, looks as if a huge flower inlaid in a drop through the sunshine into the green dewdrops.
The river and in the playful fish, the blue sky is still floating a pure cloud, the sky and carefree in the flight of the birds ......
Part IV: Walking in the countryside on the road"Walking in the countryside on the road, twilight return to the old cow is my companion, blue sky with a white cloud in the chest, colorful clouds are the clothes of the evening sun."
Just stepped on the path, with the fragrance of rice and flowers collided, bursts of birdsong and beautiful scenery make me relaxed and happy.
My mom and dad and I traversed the secluded path, which curved and stretched into the distance. The sequoia trees on both sides greeted us with boundless verdure, the winding creek sang merrily, and the naughty sparrows, chattering, were welcoming us?
The left side of the path is a golden rice field. They are all dressed up for the holidays, each bright and dazzling yellow. The breeze, the waves of rice higher than a wave, seems to be dancing a happy harvest dance. In the distance, three or two farmers are working happily in the field, really have a kind of "picking chrysanthemums under the East Fence, leisurely see the South Mountain" leisure and mood.
The right side of the path is a small river, crystal clear water, attracted a few children to play. The children were happy to race to play water rafting, the sound of laughter spread all over, let a person forget the sadness. Two or three women were washing clothes by the river, rubbing them rhythmically, and seemed to be infected by the children's mood, with happy smiles on their faces. It is really a beautiful rural landscape! The gentle, tranquil river water flows into my heart.
Which of everything on this path is not my friend? The big tree uncle warmly waved to me, the sparrow sister for me to show a song, the white cloud brother to me magic, butterfly sister for me to dance.
Cupping the clear river water, as if I saw the freedom of the fish; pick up a paddy, seems to smell the fragrance of rice; pick up a fallen leaf, I thought of it turned into spring mud, pregnant with new green leaves.
"Smile written on the face, humming a country song, let the thoughts fly in the evening breeze. How many lonesome melancholy, all in the evening breeze, all forgotten in the countryside on the road."
Article 5: Walking in the countryside on the road
The night of August, the fields almost can not hear a piece of the frogs!
Walking in the countryside of Yunmeng moonlight, there is no streetlight, no vehicles, crowd noise. There is just away from the hustle and bustle of the dark night, the sky occasionally flashes a few stars, depending on the night to make such a quiet more attractive. As if the black cloth in the hands of a magician, covering the endless people and cities. I don't want to be particularly unreal to sigh, just the pressure of work and life and responsibility of the pressure of my fast gasping up. Like to miss the childhood that once with a touch of panic and apprehension walking in the dark road, then think of what ghosts ah God, while the mouth in the recitation of the gods and goddesses blessing, but the heart is thinking that will not encounter ghosts. I miss the child with a face of childishness, I did not know anything at that time, but at least not now so much trouble. It has been a long time since I have felt the ease of such a quiet night, no lights, no loud noises, the stars in the sky dazzling. At this moment, I like to ride the wind in general comfortable.
Just now we are all grown up, become mature, become responsible, and hope that the people they care about live a happy life. Just in this trip, the rush to pursue happiness than others, we have no time to care about the scenery along the way. Or in this world to trip us too many people and things, sometimes when they really know some things when you have to consider the friends and relatives around you as well as the people you care about their ideas, so it will become the world frowned at, but had to be with them in the same stream of dirt. The life is in such a sigh of relief!
Life is a trip, do not care about the destination. What matters is the scenery along the way, and the mood when looking at the scenery! This is a classic, classic, classic, classic, classic, classic, classic, classic, classic, classic, classic, classic, classic, classic, classic, classic, classic, classic, classic, classic, classic, classic. The world has a lot of people complaining about life, some people really for their own dreams out, they dare to choose their own way of life, they are the people who really know how to live. In fact, the right to choose life is always in our own hands, life is supposed to be beautiful, as long as you are willing to open your eyes to see!
At the moment walking in the countryside on the road, is still the night when I was a child, slowed down, looking at the sky flickering stars, listening to a slow song, gently follow and. Is it such a night, you will be so reminded of me ......
Part VI: Walking in the countryside on the roadWalking in the countryside on the road, to appreciate the picturesque scenery, it is really a unique flavor!
Walking in the countryside on the road, while enjoying the scenery, while breathing fresh air, let a person relaxed and happy! Looking up at the blue sky, a few white clouds floating around with the wind happily caught in a hide-and-seek. Looking around, a large area, a large area full of green rice, so that people's visual relaxation, make people's mood become pleasant. Look over, a large, a large rice, like a blanket, very soft, I want to jump over to lie on it to play. A gust of wind blew by, the rice swayed with the wind and danced, beckoning their hands to welcome me, as if saying, "Come on, come on, join our dance." In the rice paddies, there are occasionally a few magpies, playing and playing in the field, adding a bit of vigor to the path.
By the side of the path the river murmured, the river turquoise turquoise, warm sunshine on the surface of the lake, glittering broken gold-like light, as if millions of small goldfish swimming, the river bank of the willow tree, the white clouds in the sky, the silhouette of the people, reflected in the water, as if it were a huge picture of the scenery. Cool, moist wind on the face, a fine smell, the air seems to carry a sweet smell, the river ripples, like the wind's light bow slowly and rhythmically pull the strings of the waves-
There are also many wildflowers on the riverbanks, blooming beautifully! A cluster, a clump, a wind blowing, flowers in the green leaves, like a mischievous little girl's eyes.
Walking in the countryside on the road, enjoying the picturesque scenery, it is really one of the great things in life, don't you think?
As soon as a person grows up, he or she will keep walking, whether it is for work, study, or other occupations. Or walking in the silent mountains, or walking in the hustle and bustle of the city. Or after many years of success, or nothing, no matter how, people harvest is a real life experience.
If it's not for the ideal, if it's not for the dream, I would like to stop and stay in my hometown. Sometimes I think about how far people can travel in this life, how many roads they can take, who can say it clearly. The joy of success and the pain of failure, those status, position, once brilliant who said it is not a passing cloud, tomorrow's yellow flowers. But only my beloved hometown, the hometown of the yellow earth and the grass and trees are so let me dream.
I grew up living in the countryside, like the unrestrained life in the countryside, a mound, a pool of water, a green leaf, will produce deep feelings, and there when the partners, strange and familiar, distant and close, their vague and clear face like a movie from time to time in my mind filter. Think about has passed the age, the human life as if in a flash, those bare feet together down the river fish, together with the sheep, together with the "steal melon and touch dates" childhood partners do not know where to walk now, I do not know if they are also in the life and running around, walking around?
Destiny destined me to be associated with the countryside. When I was a child, I often went down to the river with my buddies to touch fish and cut grass with a basket, and went to graze sheep together, used to weaving in and out of the muddy jungle, remembering the countryside with its high eaves, muddy paths, the rising smoke, and the interesting things that were once burned deep in my mind. Remember the hours, the south side of the village is one after another 'pond, a summer, lush reeds cover the sky, which resides in a variety of waterfowl chirping and singing a variety of pleasant songs, so that the whole village is both mysterious and peaceful. If someone passes by the pond, a group of waterfowl will flutter flutter flutter flutter flutter flutter flutter away, hovering in the sky into another reed pond, can not help but think of Li Qingzhao's "Dream Order" "often remembered the day curtain of the stream pavilion, drunkenly do not know the way back, the Xing exhaustion of the evening back to the boat, mistakenly into the depths of lotus root flowers, scrambling to cross the ferry, scrambling to cross the ferry, startled up a shoal of gulls," the touching scenario. In contrast, next to the lotus pond seems more secluded, a bead standing lotus noble and ethereal, can be said to be "the sky lotus leaves infinite blue, reflecting the sun lotus red", it is steeped in the noble breath of life fragrance, like a person, noble and unassuming. Look at that seems to open not open, seems to speak not speak, will be red not red, to be fragrant not fragrant red lotus, the whole person suddenly became simple. That a pool of green, a pool of silent song, in the countryside that is not eye-catching roadside, but who can say that this is not a wonderful picture.
The most delightful thing is to go down to the river to touch the fish, summer evening, we three groups, five groups of people down to the river to touch the fish. In the water flow is not fast in the river, with bricks and soil on both sides of the plug, bring pots to scrape the water dry, not long, a layer of white fish will be up and down rolled to reveal, some are also panicked scurrying around, we loaded the fish in a small bucket, go home to burn a bunch of fires, and on a small pile of mud, with the mud to the small fish, put in the fire, only a little time effort fish will be burned, peeled off the outside of the mud, will reveal the tender and delicious The fish is cooked in a short time, and when the mud is peeled off, the flesh is tender and delicious. Even in winter, we can still catch fish, just use a small stone to smash the ice in the river in a few places, so the surrounding fish will swim over to breathe, we will use a homemade net to fish up. I'm not sure how happy I am to eat the fruits of my labor.
The village has little land and is usually not too busy. But in June, every family will not be able to stay idle. The first is to harvest the wheat. The townspeople are always in the field to start harvesting, when there is no harvester, all with a sickle. No need for the master to call, the neighbors would come to help after cutting their own. Everyone was always laughing and having a good time. Wheat received home and then began to plant rice seedlings, in our village, the work of pulling seedlings are mostly women to do, early in the morning, a dozen women around a piece of seedlings, all bent over and rolled up their pants, and quickly pull up the long and strong seedlings, tied up, and threw them behind them. It is time to eat breakfast, a piece of seedlings also pulled almost. The master had prepared a meal and brought it to the field. After washing their hands with water from the river, they went up to the ridge to eat. Most of the meals consisted of fritters, vegetables, steamed buns, salted duck eggs, and a large pot of cold boiled water with sugar. If there is a man, of course, there is beer, people along the ridge or squatting or sitting, grabbing buns with their hands, with a bowl of water or wine, while eating and talking about talking, the June cuckoo bird's green and crispy call are silenced. After the "wine and rice", a moment's rest, it began to transport seedlings, rice-planting. Speaking of rice-planting, I am a "master", to top a few people plugging fast, so always doubly favored to help this family to help that family, aunts and grandmothers always praised me, said: "Look at this two girls hands and feet more nimble," young and ignorant I heard the heart of the beautiful. Shift the line, transport seedlings, throw seedlings, insert seedlings, everyone's feet and hands non-stop, from time to time, some people pull the throat singing a song, it is like a unique performance.
Dryland, mostly planted with peanuts, corn, soybeans, villagers with primitive farming tools in their own fields, can not help but reminiscent of Tao Yuanming's "Returning to the Garden" "planting beans under the South Mountain, the grass is full of soybean seedlings sparse, the morning star to manage the barren, with the month of the hoe." That beautiful poem. After the fall harvest, the eaves of every house are full of golden corncobs, the yard is full of peanuts and just harvested soybeans, the adults waved the mallet in their hands and vigorously beat the pods, round and round soybeans jumping around all over the yard. When night falls, every family hangs an electric light in the yard and picks peanuts all night long. My mother always told us stories while picking peanuts, until we all nodded off and she put us to sleep before continuing her work.
In my hometown, the water is clear, the grass is green, standing at the head of the village to look up, everywhere is a piece of green grass, like to the earth laid a green carpet. It's also a lot of fun to herd sheep with your buddies, tie a stick on the grass, pull a long rope, we will be free to play, or lying on the green carpet looking up at the sky, thinking about their life and future, or to the grass next to the river to touch the fish.
In the evening, the village is the smoke curls, the smell of food with the breeze drifting far away, after my mother made a good meal, always shouted to me to eat: "girl, come home to eat!" So, I ran home. Running home, my mom always wiped the sweat on my face while scolding: "far called hair confused, close called hair froze staring, heard the legs of the food run belly ache."
The village of a brick, a detention of soil, a tree, a river, and even a piece of fallen leaves are hidden in my childhood anecdotes, write and write, say and say.
In the city, everywhere you look is a tall building, brilliant lights, the hustle and bustle of the downtown area, the renovation of the elegant supermarkets, but people walk to the street but meet do not know each other, and even greetings are formatted. Looking at the skyscrapers lined up, listening to the sound of brakes and machines of all kinds of noise, thinking about the desire and the dust of the sky under the lights, my heart will shudder, I can not help but think of those long-lost agricultural tools, they are like my forgotten nickname (Er Ya Tou) as exudes the same kind of warmth and cordiality. Walking in the hometown of the road, a "two girl" actually let my mind back to childhood, and the quiet farm equipment and peaceful villagers, they have no regrets, is so calm, simple, kind, self-sufficient, but who can say that they do not have ardent hopes for the future and full of passion? My hometown has raised and given me all the virtues that farmers have.
Now the hometown and the city are also inextricably linked. They went out and brought back new technology, new knowledge, new information, new ideas, new ideas, new concepts, back to their hometowns after the villagers to implement scientific farming, planting pollution-free vegetables, vigorously develop aquaculture, and actively lead the villagers out of poverty to become rich.
In the home a few days, ate the old horse family's hot sheep's head, the old Zheng family's marinated sheep's hooves, the old Qi family's Yellow River catfish steamed buns, Sun Kee cold skin, Chen Kee big bakery; eaten mom fried eggs pancakes and millet porridge, people also become extraordinarily spiritual.
Maybe I don't belong to the hustle and bustle of the city! Otherwise, the hometown of a grass and trees, a brick and tile will make me so attached and yearning for it. I have long been accustomed to the hometown of spring fresh, summer frank, autumn busy, winter leisure. Stayed out for a long time, always want to go home to see the hometown, if "forward" is not an instinct, a need, I really hope to return to my hometown.
When our footsteps continue to move forward, gradually farther and farther away, the thoughts of home, like a series of footprints, more and more far-reaching.
Article 8: Walking on the countryside
Lianjiang - a place where I was born and grew up as a child. In the summer vacation, my father and I returned to the warmth of my hometown, a paradise that gives me warmth and makes me healthy and happy growing up. With full of good mood, we embarked on the road back to our hometown, together to visit our friends in our hometown.
As soon as I stepped on this warm hometown, I felt very quiet and clean. Here, you can't hear the bells of bicycles, the horns of cars, not to mention the terrible noise, everything is so quiet.
Look, that's the first old friend I want to visit - the field. At a glance, the eye is green and endless. Fields, you let nature more than a piece of color, let the birds more than a home, let the people live a good, well-being of life. Looking through the window, you look like wearing a green dress, in the sunshine looks particularly beautiful. I am here to say, "Thank you!"
Ah! A beautiful and touching picture came into my eyes: look, in the field a tender green grass is struggling to climb up. A small plant close together, forming a vast sea of green. The grasses looked at me and warmly welcomed me, sending a boundless green carpet to my face. A breeze blew, the dewdrops shook their bodies, playing games with the wind uncle! In the sea of grass, occasionally see a few "boats", that is, my good friend - small flowers. Flowers seem to be very shy, always do not let people see its beautiful face. You add a landscape to nature, so that more people see your charm.
This hometown everything, which is not my friend? I eagerly greeted them more: Hello, towering mountains! Under the backdrop of the blue sky, although after the storm, still looks so verdant. Hello, hanging willow tree! You look like a young girl with long hair, smiling at the mirror, graceful and graceful. Hello, the river by the roadside! From a distance you look like a winding silver snake, and under the sun's rays you look like a glittering silver belt, especially shiny. Hello, lovely swallow! You slant your body in the sky skimming, "twitter" call, so that the nature becomes sound and color.
Suddenly, in the distance came the pleasant "song" of the birds, I followed the melodious song to find, in front of the eyes of the expansion of the clear. There are green trees, green color flow, white Ling bird in the trees to sing. Look! Adults in the golden rice paddies worked furiously. All of a sudden, the "swish" sound of scythes cutting grains, the "hum" sound of the pedal thresher, the occasional laughter of the adults, the children's crisp songs, and the "chirping" sound of the birds will become the sound of a crowd. The chirping of birds will become a moving symphony. I was mesmerized by the scenery and the music.
Walking along the countryside, I felt the unique tranquility, the rich atmosphere of rural life. I love my hometown, and I love my friends in my hometown even more.