Xiaoxiao under the wind and rain

Chapter 99 (Short Stories - My Hometown)

Spring
In April, the epidemic has basically stabilized in China. I still live in the countryside at this difficult time. It is the late spring season, flowers are blooming, willows are green, Yingyan is frolic, everything seems to be just right, I can’t remember how long ago it was so comfortable. The only thing I have ever done, sitting at the door, holding a book, and sipping a cup of tea, all the hustle and bustle of the city is far away from me.

Children in the countryside don't have to go to school at this time, but they can't stand the long-term loneliness at home.I like to listen to the laughter of children very much, that childhood without troubles, I only know how important it is after I lose it.If I can, I'd like to live here forever. It's funny. I know more about farming than an old farmer.
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spring seed
At this time of the year, the neighbors will go down to the fields to cultivate. For them, this is a very sacred thing, so they are also very diligent in their work. Often, when the sky is white with fish belly, each of them will go into the field with agricultural implements, and the time is still long. Wake me up too, and let me go down to the fields together.

But I didn't, but sneered and smiled. They weren't annoyed. They smiled at me as well, and then went to the field. But then again, since I was awake, there was no need to go back to sleep. I followed them. Go to the fields together and listen to the song with headphones.

It seems that the morning dew is very heavy at this time, as for my clothes and shoes are covered with dew.The sun rises quickly in the morning, just like the setting sun sets quickly in the evening. When I got to the field, it was almost dawn.

The fields are full of working people, facing the loess and carrying the sky on their backs, what a grand scene.In a trance, I seem to see hope growing, a powerful vitality hidden in this land, no!To be precise, it is hidden in the hands of farmers.
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spring breeze
"The apricot rain will not get wet on the clothes, and the willow wind will not blow on the face."

The ancients honestly do not deceive me, in this late spring and March, the most pleasant time.I walked among the fields, along the criss-crossed canals, with the yellow warbler around my ears and the breeze on my face.The breeze in March is like a beauty who wakes up from sleep, gentle and elegant at the same time without losing the sexiness of a woman, exhausted on this field.At this time, the spring breeze is like a mother, taking care of all creatures on this land, no matter whether it is poor or rich, no matter whether animals or plants, even if it is just a loess, or even a grain of sand, none of them are bathed in the spring breeze. Embrace and enjoy yourself in this carnival.

I opened my arms, pulled a wisp of spring breeze beside me, and continued to walk forward.
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(I.e.
It was already late March, and a spring rain finally came. Unlike previous years, this spring rain was not thunderous. Could it be that Duke Lei is also at home because of the epidemic?I didn't think too much about it. For me, I prefer this kind of spring rain, pattering like a woman who came from a distant horizon, like a flying dragon.

She is not like the violent torrential rain in summer, nor the piercing cold rain in winter. This is a kind of gentle force. The spring rain is pulled into silk threads in the air, shuttled through the wind and fog, and you can vaguely hear them. The voice dripping on the bluestone slab is so full of vitality, everything is alive because of this spring rain.

I couldn't help standing in the rain.On the field, I felt the warm spring rain, the raindrops fell on my body, my hair, and the tip of my nose.

I think this is what "a spring rain and a warm spring" is roughly like this.
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childhood
I still remember that when I was young, I had an inseparable relationship with this land. It was this land that nurtured me. Thanks to the care of my relatives, my elder brother and elder sister who came back from work in the city would always bring me some. Snacks and books, my sister, who came home from school, will also share with me interesting stories about her school.Once again I stand on this land, everything seems so familiar yet unfamiliar.

The connection between us seems to be gradually disintegrating in this long river with the friction of time.It seems that this place is no longer the land I am familiar with. It has changed or I have changed, maybe everyone has changed!More than ten years later, the people here are not the same as they used to be. Many young people choose to go to the city, and the children also go to study outside. For them, going out may be more suitable, maybe?

When I come back here, I always feel that I have a special smell on my body, the smell of time.Just like this piece of land, it is the nature that has settled down.The years change, the seasons change, the same memories are still the same, the people and things in the memories, the love and hate in the memories, and the pets in the memories.
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Spring moon
As the saying goes, the fifteenth moon is sixteen rounds, which is true.I sat alone on the reclining chair in the yard, looking at a bright moon, and suddenly realized that the moon people saw hundreds of years ago, is it the same as it is now?

Li Bai drank alone under the moon, and when the shadows became three, did he see such a round of moon?

I fell into contemplation, and I did not expect her brightness, but only felt the existence, and let me move forward in the dark night, which was enough.

Life is not like this, long-term love is worse than long-term companionship.
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spring night
That night, I was standing in the yard, the moon rested on the promenade, the breeze was gentle, and the gardenias planted in the yard seemed to make the whole village smell a faint fragrance, which was different from the domineering fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus. She is more like a graceful and graceful woman, walking from the beautiful south of the Yangtze River, holding an oil-paper umbrella and bathing in the soft moonlight.
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a ray of sunshine

When I get up in the morning, the first ray of golden sun slowly flows into the room, and the air is filled with a touch of dust and an inexplicable fragrance, which makes people feel refreshed.A good day starts now.The sunshine in spring is the most pleasant, similar to the warm sunshine in late autumn and early winter, and at the same time it has a little more aura.

After a night of spring breeze caresses, the jujube tree outside the window is more energetic. At this time, it is bathing in the wisps of sunlight, and it is full of brilliance, especially the dark green branches, swaying with the wind, as if reflecting the white clouds in the sky.It is like a sieve, and the soft sunlight passes through the swirling branches and leaves, forming countless mottled light spots on the ground.

I sat under the tree and looked at it like this, raised my head, reached out to hold a ray of sunshine, held it in the palm of my hand, and carefully felt its warmth, very warm, the warmth that penetrated to the depths of my soul.

There are two trees in front of my house, one is a jujube tree and the other is a jujube tree.
I smiled, closed my eyes, and quietly felt all the changes around me. It was so beautiful, and the fleeting years were slow. I hope everything in the future can be so peaceful.

(End of this chapter)