has such a taste: fragrant and harmonious, but astringent; There is such a feeling: practical and warm, but plain; There is such a feeling: I am haunted by dreams, and I will never give up ...........................................................................................................................................................
The fact that the soil does not explain its width does not affect that it contains everything; Soil does not explain its thickness, but nothing can replace it; The fact that soil does not explain its profundity does not affect its position as the foundation of all things.
Everything in the world, except the sky, is probably only dirt.
The sky gives people a feeling of being unpredictable and ethereal.
On the contrary, soil gives people a kind, simple and motherlike feeling.
We are all stepping on the yellow land, aiming high.
as the saying goes, "if you don't fly, you will have to fly.".
when we rode the east wind and climbed the high sky and the paradise we dreamed of, we suddenly looked back and thought about the land that gave birth to our life.
We are always like this. After reaching the other side of our dreams, we will miss the other side where we are struggling to fly away.
"Why do I always have tears in my eyes? Because I love this land deeply! " The sages told us that only the most pious love is the best return to the land.
among all sentient beings, who can achieve the equality of all beings? Dirt.
the soil did it.
In the soil, eggplant grows as much as it likes; The vine can climb as high as it likes, and it can grow there if the sky is willing to take it in; Sunflowers have the right to pursue the sun, and even an unknown grass has the freedom to grow tall.
all these things, because they were born in mud and grew up in soil.
the earth breeds everything.
lotus, out of mud; Willow is rooted in the ground; That golden ear of rice also yearns for the soil-bent over; May, stand proudly in the snow.
even in today's society, you can't leave the land for a moment.
On the yellow soil, thousands of tall buildings have sprung up; Uneven farmhouses rise from the ground; Even cement bars have to be smelted from yellow soil.
soil is the witness of our life.
it carries the dribs and drabs of our youth; Recording our eventful years; It also contains our feelings about the fleeting time of light and shadow ....................................................................................................................................................................
soil is also the home of all things in the world.
falling red turns into spring mud and belongs to the soil; Deciduous leaves seek roots and return to the land; Dandelions scattered by the wind will finally take root in the mud; The wanderer will eventually return to his hometown.
For us, soil is the affection of fallen leaves for roots.
I feel dull, but I can't finish talking.
-lyric prose at the end: mud 2
My hometown is located at the foot of Fenglong Mountain in Hebei Province. The villagers have been farming for generations, and there are dirt roads in the fields. I grew up in the dirt, and there were wonderful stories of my childhood on the dirt road, which also left footprints of my life ...
I remember when I was very young, my brother and several companions often carried me on their backs and walked to Shijiazhuang department store. At that time, I was reluctant to spend a few cents from my mother, just to feast my eyes on the sales space; In addition, we have to walk slowly on the asphalt road of Zhongshan Road. At that time, cars were rare, only the crowds riding bicycles to and from work passed by us quietly. There is no thump of cycling on the dirt road, and the spacious, flat and straight asphalt road has left the most beautiful impression in my heart.
we had fun for a long time before we were willing to leave. Walking out of the city, I set foot on the dirt road in my hometown. It was getting dark, and my brother and his friends took turns carrying me on their backs and ran home without delay. I heard their panting and drumming footsteps, and how my young heart hoped that the asphalt road would lead to my hometown!
When I was a teenager, I was trying to feed my piglets. I often pull a car to and from a hundred miles to Shijiazhuang Huabei Pharmaceutical Factory to pull swill, and every time I go to the city, I have to go back and forth to a section of asphalt road. Stepping on the flat asphalt road from the dirt road, I immediately realized a sense of relaxation, and I don't know how to express this relaxed and happy enjoyment! I pulled the car full of swill out of the city center, walked down the asphalt road and onto the dirt road in my hometown. The straps on my shoulders were tight and my steps increased.
when I walked out of Dongying village, 3 miles away from Shijiazhuang, I began to feel hungry and my legs were weak. It happened that the road to the west more than ten miles away from home was uphill again. I have no choice but to bite my teeth and pull it home, so tired that I can't even wipe it. With salty sweat in my mouth, I silently counted the trees along the dirt road, struggling to keep moving forward … At this moment, how I look forward to when the asphalt road will lead to my home! Looking forward to it, looking forward to it. No matter where you go now, asphalt roads and cement roads are everywhere. The state-level wide and rock-like Zhuangyuan Road crosses the west side of the village, and the dirt road in the field has also become an asphalt road. My wish has finally come true.
When you go out now, you can take the bus at any time. Walking to pull swill has become history; Herbicide has replaced clumsy and tiring manual hoeing: mechanization has been used in both farming and harvesting. Everyone in our village is waiting for harvesting food at home, and now everyone is at leisure. Like the city people, we farmers have done various physical exercises in our lives.
Every day, just before dawn, my neighbor's sister-in-law and I go to the village for morning exercises. Today, we just walked on the cement road at the entrance to the village. Two aunts came up behind them, and they called, "Children, let's change our route today and avoid the courtyard road. It's a national traffic artery. Every day, semi-trailers, cars and all kinds of transport vehicles keep crossing all day, and the whistle screams, and the smell of pollution is threatening. Let's go around the field path. We need a good place with quiet and fresh air for morning exercise. " We followed my aunt's advice and turned onto the asphalt road in the field.
Today's field asphalt road is also once a field dirt road. When I come here, I always think of my mother carrying me when I was a child, going to the fields to join the production team, and often going back and forth and playing on the dirt road in my hometown. The beautiful face of my hometown dirt road changes with the seasons, and it is planted in my heart ...
When spring comes, my mother hoes wheat in the field, so I play on the dirt road. On the dirt road, the bottom of the broken pot and the tortoise leave a lot of grass ... They bud, bloom and then grow into grains and mature at the same time as wheat; As the weather gets warmer, many weeds with different appearances and qualities are drilled one after another. The most flourishing is the old Kan grass. It is a root plant, with densely woven roots in the underground, which spreads outwards year after year, and almost all its camps are on both sides of the dirt road. I wonder if this survivability is one of the three treasures of our county; Next is the green mud, vegetables and grass. It is also a root plant, which has the same growth habit as the old grass, and it is difficult for any seed grass to invade its camp. The green mud grass grows alone, and the stems are covered with dark green, spiny and hypertrophy leaves, which are crowded together densely. In full bloom, gorgeous purple flowers cover the leaves tightly, like a ribbon flashing purple light. Bees don't have to fly to collect honey, but crawl on ribbons to watch flowers and make honey at will. For some reason, it is also called one of the three treasures in Huolu County. Regardless of the outline size and ethnic strength of all kinds of grass along the roadside, their different growth stages have given their hometown a unique style.
Every day, I wander around the dirt road in detail, and there is another purpose, that is, to find the "shit nest". Every day, the animals pulling carts excrete excrement and urine, which will always attract sawtooth "shit eight cows" to push shit balls all over the road. It is small and I hate it and never pay attention to it. I carry a small box to pour water from the watering ditch and pour it on the loose new soil next to the shit pile. Soon, there will be "big shit eight cows" with sharp heads called "official, shit eight cows". If the head is a flat-topped dragon, it will be called "imperial court, shit eight cows". When my mother was resting, she took a string of grasshoppers caught during work from her hair comb and my prey (big shit and eight cows). Then pull out some hay and help me cook it. This is the first barbecue I ate. Delicious game inspires me, and I often forget my mother's "Don't run around". Every day, I carry a box to find a "shit nest" and catch grasshoppers. I wander around the dirt road in my hometown repeatedly, and I am familiar with many wild flowers and weeds and their growth habits.
The grass along the roadside is full of vitality, and it is trampled without regrets. It often dies early because it is ground to powder when parked in a cart or when the field is beyond the field. These wild flowers and weeds are not specially watered, let alone fertilized. Fortunately, during the rainy season, it always rains at both ends in three days, so people have to rest and stop working. Continuous rainfall makes the grass on both sides of the dirt road grow more joyful. In the blank area where people walk and run over, a lot of grass with heat resistance in Gramineae emerges densely. These grasses, which have not been artificially thinned, are as tightly crowded as the audience under the Spring Festival Evening. As long as there is a gap, they will squeeze out another "audience" to try to add colorful beauty to the dirt road in their hometown.
when the golden autumn arrived, my mother carried me and the members on the road, and the green grass went to the fields to take part in the labor of harvesting autumn wheat. On the way, I saw the weeds on both sides of the road grow to knee depth, and some actually grew to waist depth. I asked my mother why. Mother told me that it was the uneven terrain that led to uneven water accumulation. Only plants did not lie, and their growth reflected their water seepage. With the trampling degree of livestock and vehicles and people's labor, the weeds on the road surface grow into a crescent shape with a short middle and high sides. People seem to be walking on the fluffy green carpet ...
I just stood in delight and found the wild eggplant squeezed in the grass by the roadside ripe; Wild Lycium barbarum branches are covered with fat, big, thin, bright red fruits; While I was happily picking, I saw the bells were yellow, and some of them showed purple grapes. Greedy, I continued to pick, and saw the green mud vegetables with purple flowers and bright flowers in the past. Their children were blown to the site suitable for their re-emergence in the next year, and the withered stems of the green mud vegetables held the empty bowl-shaped seed tray; I also found that Wang Baliu, the bottom of the pot collapsed ... All kinds of plants with the same maturity as wheat have lost all their leaves and fruits, and their trunks have become the spacers and caresses of the young grass in the current crop. At this time, I learned that the grass also helps each other to carry forward the selfless style and help the subsequent autumn grass grow smoothly ...
Look at those grasses, such as Niujin grass, Sparganum grass, and two long grasses similar to millet. We call it glaze grass, and the short one is called small glaze grass; The most resistant to growth is Crotalaria japonica Thunb. Its internodes also give birth to roots, which firmly drill into the soil to eat palatable nutrients, and spread and grow hard ... In the autumn season, all kinds of grass on the dirt road are supported by heavy ears of seeds and fruits swaying with the wind, demonstrating the unique harvest scenery of the hometown dirt road!
Mel, it's time to go back. Sister-in-law, continue to say: "Mei Er, what was on your mind this morning, and you have been walking around in silence?" I stopped remembering at this moment, and frankly told my sister-in-law and aunt all the contents of my heart just now. After listening to them, the tall aunt smiled and said, "At that time, you were covered in dirt when you were playing in the field, and your face was covered with black dirt when you ate barbecue. I didn't expect you to remember the past clearly." Daughter, the grass on the dirt road can absorb a lot of harmful gases such as carbon dioxide due to photosynthesis during its growth, thus purifying the air; All kinds of weeds and grass seeds on the dirt road are grown in a natural pure green environment, and the seeds contain special nutrition, so our farmers used it to make special "delicious food" to spend the special famine years; So that we have a healthy body; Weeds on the dirt road can be cut for us at will, which makes us feed pigs, sheep, rabbits ... herbivores, and makes our farmers provide many intellectuals from famous schools! My aunt's words made us more aware of the contribution and importance of our hometown dirt road.
At this time, I feel that although my childhood wish has been realized, today I see the asphalt road on both sides to the field, showing the power of herbicide, and there is no grass left bare. The picture of the Herbal Garden in the beautiful and rich hometown dirt road has completely disappeared. Standing on the asphalt road, I have great attachment and nostalgia for my hometown dirt road, an inexhaustible beautiful and rich treasure in the past! Lyric Prose: Dirt 3
Go north, and then go north. The hinterland of Zhongtiaoshan in the north is my hometown.
my hometown, former residence and old friend are my memories, nostalgia and unforgettable attachment to my hometown.
Hometown is an old tree with vicissitudes of life, or Sophora japonica, or Gleditsia sinensis, or Ginkgo biloba. The annual rings of the years climb the branches a little, and the history of the countryside is carved into the wrinkled bark without lines. Hometown is tall and heavy in the heart, like the ink color of inkstone, getting deeper and thicker, like an ink painting, standing at the entrance of the village, like a flag, which is a sign of wandering home.
My hometown is a bottomless well. How many clean streams and memories slowly flow through it, no matter how hot or impetuous, the cool well water can wash away the floating dust for half a day with the wheels.
For me, my hometown is handfuls of soil, loess, white clay, sand and gravel, wet or dry, piled on the Boqing River and between the ravines on the hillside.
The ancient city wall, which has remained for thousands of years, was built by rammed earth. Although it has experienced many vicissitudes, it has defended itself against the Jin Ge iron horse and stood still.
It's more about the transformed fertile fields, the dirt in the black depression. The plowing is fine and soft, and the sunshine diffuses in the past. It's warm and warm. When you sit in the ground and hold a handful of dirt in your hand, it's round and smooth, and the fragrance of the soil will seep into your heart, and the atmosphere at your feet will rise from your heart.
Even the steepest mountain wall can deposit dirt and dust, and even the barren land can drop plant seeds. As long as the green hope is sown, it can sprout and take root even in barren crevices, at the ends of the earth and at the ends of the earth, and grow towering forests.
As long as there is soil, life can be squeezed out of it; As long as there is soil, you can grow countryside and miss on it.
as long as the soil is there, the home is there; As long as the soil does not disappear, the countryside will never disappear.
Even in ancient mountain villages, villagers have left their homes and walked out of closed villages. Even generations of villagers have been integrated into the busy city, and the earthen courtyards are being lost at an accelerated pace, and the quaint villages have become empty cities and ruins. That only shows that the countryside is drifting and the villagers are migrating.
No matter how broken and rotten it is, the home is still there, and no matter how empty and abandoned it is, the village is still there. Just like the messy shrub forest in Nanshan, the trees are still there, and the roots are still there. Hometown is the root of life.
The courtyard houses are falling, and there are simple earthen kilns, fenced courtyards and millhouses. On those barren slopes, under the wild thorns, I secretly remember my hometown.
in my hometown, how many feelings and scenes are different, how many people and things have passed away, how many lively scenes have become eternal loneliness, and how many ordinary things have spread their wings.