? Long time no see, this feeling of walking on the ridge with both feet! There is a faint smell of grass, a strong fragrance of wild flowers, the crisp chirping of frogs and the liveliness of voles. I haven't seen you for a long time, this feeling of lying on the green lawn watching the sunset, watching insects, fish, birds and beasts, waiting for the meteor to pass by. Suddenly I feel that the transition from childhood to middle age seems to have passed for centuries. When I was a child, I felt that the common experience and experience were so extravagant and out of reach when I grew up. ?
? On the criss-crossing ridges, the most precious childhood memories of life are engraved. This is my father's vigorous figure when he was young, plowing and raking, waving his whip and shouting; When mother is busy sowing and harvesting, there is joy and laughter; There are deep and shallow footprints of the hard work of the old cow, and there are also cries of exhaustion and hunger. I have the freedom to lie on the ridge and look up at the sky and white clouds in my childhood; There are three groups of five people catching loach and lobster in the ditch; There are also all kinds of experiences of looking for lucky "four-leaf clover" in the clover pile of the ridge. The past is like smoke, but it is vivid, and things are different, but it still makes people want to stay.
? On the endless ridge, there are hopes sown by farmers and joy when they harvest; There is the sweat shed by their hard work and the crystallization of their harvest after labor; There are wandering when they are anxious about floods and droughts, and there are also their strong prospects for good weather. In the eyes of farmers, the field ridge is a pure land in their hearts, and they have good expectations. Especially when they stand on the field ridge and see the crops growing sturdily in the field, their hearts will be extremely practical and rich.
? The field ridge is not a "split", but a protective wall of farmland. There are countless grasses on the ridge, such as green bristlegrass, wormwood, houttuynia cordata, motherwort, Caragana, goose grass, fish grass, rabbit grass, raspberry and so on. There are many kinds of grass I can't name. Among these grasses, some will blossom, some will bear fruit, and some will only grow leaves. Some people can be used as ingredients for human consumption; Some can be used as medicinal materials to treat diseases; And some can only be used as feed for cattle, horses and livestock. Although they come and go in every season, their roots are deeply rooted in the soil and connected in series, which maintains the stability of the ridge and enables the ridge to withstand the impact of rain.
? Ridge is not a "useless land", it is a transitional zone between fields. The high ridge outlines the beauty of farmland lines. The ridge is undulating and endless, extending from one end of the ridge to the other, some straight as a rope, and some twists and turns are irregular waves. The farmland in the impression is rarely smooth, but more is the crisscross of ridges extending in all directions, which can form a perfect landscape map.
? On the ridge of the field, there are children's cheerful songs, middle-aged gentlemen's comfort in smoking cigarettes one by one, and peasant women's leisure in knitting sweaters while taking soles. Of course, there are countless young people looking up at the starry sky and counting the beautiful imagination of the stars in the sky. In a word, there are too many wonderful memories about people of different ages on the ridge.
? In the evening, the afterglow of the sunset is attached to the earth, and the faint halo is like putting a yellow veil on the green earth, bringing a deep hazy beauty. When you walk on the ridge of the country again, you can see that the grass is green, the wild flowers are brilliant, the frogs are singing and the fruits are fragrant. The breeze is blowing, the solid land is under your feet, the sky is full of stars, and even your body has a feeling of flying high.