Time: 2009-4- 12 10:46:09 Words: 1634
All the imagination in the hazy eyes will make us forget the hardships of the process.‘What you think during the day, you dream at night. The beautiful and lingering shadow goes back and forth between dream and reality. Everything that you can't get in reality can be obtained once in the dream. The tears of joy often wet the pillow because in the dream, we have realized all kinds of dreams that we yearn for more than once. The joy of happiness is scattered by love after dawn. People's eyes must not stay in the strange dream.
When today became yesterday, tomorrow became today. We can't enter tomorrow or change yesterday. We can only grasp the fleeting today. Tomorrow is the eternal hope of today. Only today can let us put ourselves in it every day to interpret the wonderful life.
Zhiyuan squatted down and looked at his father's planting seriously. His father used a pair of rough hands to dig a small pit on the dry and loose land, then threw the seeds into it evenly, then smoothed the soil and pressed it hard. Looking at the seeds that his father had seriously sown, it was as if he saw the hope of autumn. It was as if he saw himself being protected by his parents. The high hopes that he had been given had been shattered at the end of spring in 1993.
This was the first time Zhiyuan had watched his father sow so seriously. In the past, he had been dragged to the fields by his family to do farm work. His parents rarely took up his study time in order to let him study hard. Only during the summer harvest did Zhiyuan help his parents harvest wheat. There was nothing much to talk about between father and son. The son's words seemed to be directed at his mother. The topic between father and Zhiyuan usually started from studying and ended with scolding.
His father could only teach him by his words and deeds and seize the time to train Zhiyuan into a rural youth of the new era. He could live and multiply in the countryside without theory but not without the experience of grasping the solar terms. Under the same geographical and climate conditions in the countryside, the growth of farmers was different, and of course, it was also the difference between people.
Since his hope had been shattered, his father wanted to teach him all his experience in farming so that Zhiyuan could have a foundation to survive in the countryside. His father no longer had any expectations for him to bring honor to his ancestors.
The sun in the west was going to hide below the horizon again. After a day of labor, the potholes and uneven idle land had become neat vegetable fields. His father had watered the land three times. His father was squatting on the ground smoking a pipe, looking forward to the hope of breaking through the soil.
It was time to stop the work at hand and go home. The evening in the village was quiet, and the active poultry and livestock were slowly resting and quiet. There was no noise of chickens flying and geese crowing during the day, only the dog guarding the house was still barking wildly at the unfamiliar footsteps outside the door.
Zhiyuan helped his father pack up the farm tools and was about to go home. Previously, when he was working in the brick kiln, he only finished work when it was dark.
Come back to reality. There was less illusory satisfaction in reality, and things became more intimate with each other.
Kneeling on the newly plowed land, his knees were soft with care. There was no hard touch. He buried his head deep between his knees and kissed the land of his hometown. The soft soil was full of sweat from his ancestors. His tears quietly melted into the stream with the smell of sweat.
Hugging the lush locust tree in the courtyard, the tree was blooming with pale yellow and slightly white locust flowers. The fragrance leisurely entered the heart, making people sigh at the omnipresent nature. The locust flowers were also a free delicacy in the homes of rural people. He roughly broke off the branches and gently put the locust flowers into the basin. Then, he added flour and baked them into pancakes. A delicious dish suddenly appeared, making Zhiyuan hate the cabbage that he had eaten for an entire winter. Holding the locust flower cake made by his mother with both hands, he was a little afraid of the departure of spring. His eager eyes were disappointed that summer was getting closer and closer, and there were withered locust flowers all over the ground. He helplessly looked forward to the arrival of next spring.
Before he could roll up his pants, he had already jumped into the small river in front of the village barefooted. Although the river was still a little cold, his heart was warm. Small fish swam between his legs from time to time, swaying their bodies leisurely. Under their small eyes were their cheeks that kept moving. The oxygen in the water supported a group of living creatures. In their own domain, they did not know the ups and downs of the human world. They were used to the taste of fresh water, so they lived carefree. Sometimes he went downstream, sometimes he went upstream, playing in another flowing world.
People had to live in reality, and the changes in their expressions were the most intuitive way to stand still in life. Tears could not drown the sweat under the scorching sun. Sweat can stop you from crying, because you can be strong enough to face everything and stand up to yourself who is no longer weak. The familiar local accent reminded him,'You're still alive. Yes, I'm still standing at the place where I was born and raised.
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