Gui yuan Tian ju
? The first ray of sunshine in the morning jumped into the bamboo forests, rivers and vegetable fields in the village through the clouds, slowly fiddling with the small flowers on the vines and hiding from the lazy cucumbers. After a while, Grandpa Sun slowly leaned out half his head and looked at this quiet little mountain village. It's getting brighter and brighter. Sunlight reflected grandma's kitten with gold and silver lace, and everything in the village began to become bright and full of vitality. The corn in the field, the pears in the fruit tree and the lotus in the pond wake up first. Oh, then the bird nesting on the roof and grandma's Xiaohua Mall woke up. Even I, a little slacker, stretched myself and got up early with a yawn.
? Grandma and Chenguang picked fresh lettuce, green beans and melons from the field early and put them in the basket. The night dew circles them into countless small drops, which look particularly lovely and moving. The smoke in the kitchen of Wawu twisted and danced to the roof. Sometimes I stay on the branch, and sometimes I chase the bird's tail into the sky. The smoke from the kitchen is full of the smell of grandma cooking. I, a glutton, held my nose and ran to the kitchen, shouting Mi Xiang with my mouth covered with honey. At this time, grandma always stops the stove in the pot and gets up.
? After breakfast, my grandparents went to the cornfield, and the sunshine in the morning was still mild. My brother and I are also full of curiosity, carrying baskets and wanting to go to the cornfield to "find out". Harvesting corn is a common sight in rural summer mornings. In the cornfield, patches of corn are covered with green and yellow clothes, which makes people feel particularly relaxed and loving. The naughty brother tore off the red hat on the top of the corn and picked a corn, but it was always not allowed, which made everyone laugh. Grandpa, don't mention how happy he is. Looking at these big corn, he began to index this year's harvest. For these simple farmers in the village, a good harvest is the greatest comfort. Next, I will fight with Grandpa Sun. Grandpa arranged a task for my brother and me to finish harvesting the corn in this area before noon. At first, my brother and I were full of energy, holding corn in our left hand and swinging down our right hand, and shuttled back and forth in the field in the form of a competition. Soon, the basket is full. Such enthusiasm and fighting spirit didn't last long, and we were defeated by Grandpa Sun. Grandpa Sun made our faces red, and there were thin beads of sweat on my brother's forehead. My hand was cut by corn leaves several times, and my heart began to shrink back. I can look at the smiling faces of my grandparents and listen to the laughter of my uncles in the fields beside me. I rolled up my sleeves and started working again. Towards the end of noon, a cornfield was also harvested by us. My brother and I were humming and playing on the road in the field. The honeysuckle on the roadside is in full bloom. I took off my straw hat and went home happily.
? In midsummer, the sun is scorching the earth, cicadas on the trees are buzzing with heat, and Xiaohua Mall is hiding in the corner, looking for the shade in the corner. At noon in hot weather, the walnut trees in the yard are steaming. I thought to myself, it's really hard to be naive in this hot day, but grandpa said, "There will be heavy rain after a long drought." Look at this cloud, maybe it will rain soon. " The younger brother smiled at grandpa while covering his mouth. "Grandpa, you talk too much, so I don't think it will rain." Grandpa is like an old child and won't give up. He had to bet with his younger brother that they wouldn't give up until grandma stopped for lunch. For lunch, grandma cooked corn paste, added sugar, a dish, a cold cucumber and two salted duck eggs. At the end of lunch, the hot air outside seemed more steaming, and even Xiaohua Mall, who was enjoying the cool in the yard, was hot. I helped grandma clean up the dishes and chopsticks, and then I went to help grandpa dry the corn (the corn recovered from the field will have water, and after it is recovered, the corn shell will be peeled off and knotted to dry). We sat around this pile of corn in Taowu (the room facing the courtyard gate) and chatted. I peel corn much slower than my grandparents. When I tied the knot, Grandpa had already punched several times, Grandma.
? At dusk, the sky suddenly darkened and the breeze turned into a strong wind. Thunder rumbled on the horizon. Grandma looked east and west at the gate of the upper house. She said, "I'm afraid it's going to rain." She told us to hurry to collect the corn drying on the roof. My brother and I are holding dustpans and baskets, and we dare not slack off. It's going to rain, and my brother and I are very worried. Fortunately, looking at the crashing waterline on the eaves, grandpa took a sip of hookah and said, "That was close. I almost got these freshly dried corn wet. It would be a pity if it was moldy. " In rural areas, people call it "grabbing corn in rainy days". Every household will be robbed in August, which is a unique farming life in rural areas. In the evening, the rain gradually subsided. I put on my grandfather's hat, called my brother and went to the pond to pick lotus. Maybe it's because of the rain. There is a sparkling pool in the middle of the lotus dish. I picked a lotus and put it next to my nose. I sniffed carefully, refreshing, with the fragrance of earth, intoxicating.
? At night, the rain stopped and a thin mist hung over the small mountain village. Except the frogs in the field croaking tirelessly, everything around them began to become quiet. Lying in bed, the soft moonlight sprinkled on the bedside is indeed a pleasure of "moonlight shining on the chest and frogs croaking happily", and it is indeed possible to gain inner peace in this lovely pastoral life.