The long summer harvest is busy.
Second, tender wheat. City people must have eaten pasta to some extent. It is made by grinding the surface of harvested mature wheat. In rural areas, when the ears of wheat are green and yellow, pick a few ears of wheat, rub them in your hand and blow them. Chubby yellow-green wheat grains will start from it and be chewed in the mouth. That sweetness is really hot to the top of my heart. At that time, when primary school students wrote a composition diary, the most common bridge was to drive out the sheep that ran into other people's wheat fields or collect money on the public road. In fact, it was not the sheep that ran into the wheat field, but the pupils who turned into the field from the school path to steal food. In fact, no one cares about a few ears of wheat, because they taste better. When I came home from the field, I cut a handful of wheat and took it home. I baked it on the stove fire and rubbed it in the dustpan. That burning smell fills my nose, mouth and heart. Grab a handful and put it in your mouth, and immediately feel satisfied with life.
In summer, there is another game that makes people drool. Daohuaxiang said that in the harvest season, beside rows of big trees and rivers, in the evening, on the soft land, there will be small pores, and the pores will become bigger and bigger. Then, a little guy in armor will appear. The little guys who got out of the underground are scrambling to climb to the nearby trunk. This is the running of life, because the snake frog will be waiting for it at the root of the tree at any time. After successfully climbing the trunk, climb higher and higher, and then find a comfortable position to stop. On this summer night, a magical transformation is taking place. Early in the morning, when the dew gradually faded, the magical creature that had changed from tender white to gray-black began to sing loudly "cicada, cicada". Do you still remember how attractive Tang monk meat is to all kinds of monsters in The Journey to the West? They risked their lives to fight for it. The Tang Priest is the reincarnation of the golden cicada. At present, cicadas have been under people's eyes from the beginning of larvae to the stage of spreading their wings and singing. After pickling, frying and frying can make people swallow their tongues.
Remember childhood fun. Once it was dark, my father took me to the village to watch open-air videos by bike. I brought a can. On the road, the flashlight shines on the trunk and branches of the road from time to time. One there, one here, picked up more than half of the bottles with shells. When I came back, a white and tender cicada hung upside down, and I picked up a lot more, so I couldn't fit the bottle. The next day, I changed the location of the video, and I went to a farther village, but my family wouldn't let me go. I am very unhappy. I sat on the ground floor of the yard, enjoying the cool air. Suddenly, my braids sank and I caught them. So it's cicada!
People tend to be impetuous in hot weather, and mom and dad don't know why they quarrel. She went out with a calm face and a flashlight, and my dad was squatting at home. After a while, my mother came back, her face had lost color, and she said loudly, "Seven or seven elder Diego (newly hatched cicadas) are sitting in rows on a broken branch!" In this way, the storm died down inexplicably.
I was in Beijing two years ago. Because I couldn't resist the temptation of being a child, I also went to a nearby park to catch it. One night, there were three trees and four trees. They climbed six trees under one tree. I caught more than 60 bottles and couldn't put them down. Satisfaction is better than the joy of payday.
Nowadays, trees are frequently sprayed with pesticides, and more twigs are pruned in autumn and winter. Cicada's eggs are getting harder and harder to survive. I don't know if there will be a day when this city will never hear cicadas that evoke people's childhood memories again.
In midsummer, in addition to the fields and the shade behind the house, there is another place that attracts rural people, especially children.
There are beaches and rivers in the north and south of childhood village. The beach in the south of the village is wide and shallow, which is a paradise for children. The water is floating, and you can find fish. The big river in the north of the village has a simple name, North River, which is where adults bathe. On summer nights, the North River is ruled by men and women in the village.
Living in a city, you may not feel deeply about the flood season and dry season of rivers. In childhood rural areas, during the rainy season, the beaches in the south of the village can reach the doors of households in the south of the village, and the roads crossing the beaches are flooded. In the dry season, the beach is shallow and divided into puddles of different sizes by the higher surface.
Speaking of water, when 1998 was hit by the disaster, the village was full of water, and the depth of the fields was thigh-deep. 1978, villagers dug deep ditches and cleaned ditches. But with the drought in the north, rivers and ditches have long been put on hold. At that time, there was no place to drain the accumulated water in the field.
Although there are floods, drought is more common. Eating by the weather has long been an old yellow calendar. Now, there is less and less hearty rain, and the extraction and irrigation of groundwater has long been the dependence of crops in the field.
In the dry season, the beach river has almost no bottom, and the villagers are very busy. In the south of the village, the weir was divided, the pump was put on and the net was set up. Around the large and small puddles, men, women and children are laughing and pointing, holding pots in their hands. Strong young men and strong middle-aged men in the village set up nets in the water. As the water in the puddle is pumped away by the pump, the fishing net is gradually pulled from one end to the other, and the fish that have got into the net are jumping happily and making a final struggle. "Out of the net!" With a loud cry, the net emerged from the water and took out the rich food in the village. The big fish weighs several kilograms, and the small fish is eight kilograms long and hardly weighs ten kilograms. After all, it is difficult to hide wild big fish in shallow water. After being divided into seven or eight pounds of seafood, every family crossed back with bowls, thinking that big fish eat meat, small fish make soup, and small fish stir-fry to eat better ~ ~
The north river in the north of the village, because the water is more and deeper than the south beach, only a few sections are shallow, so fishing is not so spectacular and lively. Those who are good at water and like to eat fish will go into the water to touch the net and reap the whole village.
As the dry season gets longer and longer, there is less and less water on the north and south sides, and the children's harvest season is here. The beach in the south of the village turned into a mudflat, and periophthalmus stirred it up with pots and baskets, and the fat loach was pulled out. These loaches can be kept in their own sink for a few days, and then they can have a rare tooth sacrifice. At that time, the farmhouses were basically homemade stone troughs, which were actually similar to cement troughs for pigs to eat.
Village south is busy, and village north is still waiting. There are few loaches in the north of the village, and there are many other foods. I still remember a hot noon when my mother was cooking lunch. I took an empty bag with food, carried a basket and set off with my younger brother and sister. When I came to the North River, the bottom of the river was exposed, and the deepest drop of water didn't reach my knees. Work, bend down and pick it up! It's too small for meat to do. It's too big for the baby. It's probably eaten by the baby, so don't eat it. Medium-sized ones are put into the basket one by one, and when the basket is full, it is poured into the bag. After working in full swing for a while, I called my brother who was playing by the water and went back. This kind of thing is quite heavy. If the bag is full, I may not be able to carry it at that time, and most subcontracting is also a burden. Carrying a bag and a half full, I was flattered and got home just in time for dinner. With a crash, the ingredients were poured into the sink, but most of them were in the sink My mother took out her brush and scrubbed it. The water I pressed is a commonly used manual well killing for pumping groundwater in rural areas. You can cook it in two days. Two days later, put star anise, allspice powder and salt into the pot, add water without ingredients and boil. If you want to eat spicy food, you can also add chopped pepper. By the time the fragrance comes out, the homemade toothpick has been made. One stab and one pick, and the movements are skilled in one go. Snail meat is in hand, and the internal organs are removed. Put it in your mouth, q elastic, delicious and comfortable. Spiced screws are our favorite snacks in summer.
There is so much love for summer written in front. Here, I write down my hatred of summer. When writing about love, my thoughts are full. I can't stop writing and write hatred, but I need to think hard. You know, even if the bite marks on the legs and arms are big bags, it can't stop half the children in the village from playing hide-and-seek in the moonlight. Even the downpour can't stop the children from treading water outdoors. Even in the scorching sun, men, women and children can't stop chatting and playing in the shade. Even drought and flood can't extinguish the hope of optimism of farmers. If you hate it, maybe you hate that summer is too short to taste.