Xi Mu Yu Qiu Nong

In my memory, autumn rain is profound. In the autumn rain, I can rest at ease, play with my playmates, play with clay guns, play in the corner and have a good time. Later, when I wrote an article, I also used "villagers can have a good rest" to express my gratitude to the autumn rain and thank the elders for their hard work. There is also the saying "wheat planted in the mud", longing for a bumper harvest. And mothers have time to make emblem noodles, make jiaozi, bake pancakes, disturb the group and warm us up.

Naturally, I think of that wet autumn day. The domestic pig is whining, shouting, slamming the door, and walking back and forth crazily and eagerly. When three or two goats hear someone coming and see someone approaching, they tend to listen, stare intently, lick their tongues, and pull the reins forward, pretending to be calm and elegant for food. This is the normal life scene of ordinary farmers at that time, which is inconspicuous but very educated.

Before returning to my hometown this Mid-Autumn Festival, I said to myself, "I really hope to see the autumn rain in my hometown!" I, a wanderer who has been with the Yellow River for more than 30 years, have been thinking about the drought and lack of rain in my hometown, which is also my blessing to my hometown.

Unexpectedly, the plane is about to land at Xianyang International Airport. In the air, there are rain clouds all over the sky, and raindrops hit the porthole. I think it's a little wonderful.

Landing, at the appointed joint point, my eldest brother and my younger brother's daughter-in-law took me home. On the way, the clouds are still there and the rain has stopped.

Because there was an autumn rain today, the concrete floor in my yard was covered with moss and greasy water. When I got home, I almost slipped and led me in and out carefully at night, walking on thin ice and afraid of well ropes.

At home for nearly half a month, it is either cloudy or rainy. On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, it was already overcast and there was no shadow of the moon. Imagine a family sitting in the open air in front of their own door, with street lamps facing the door, looking back, cherishing the present, celebrating the future, and pushing a cup for a change to enjoy the moon.

My brother drove me and my mother to Chunhua County to play. It rained a lot. Heisonglin Reservoir should be different. I specifically asked to see it. So I gave up the Xianxun Expressway and came over to my father to pull a cart or ride a bike to take me to see my grandmother's old road. Soon after the trip, I saw the black pine forest reservoir with rippling blue waves when I was a child. Mom said, "Look, hurry up, how long will you drag us here!" " "I am very happy to receive the good news that Dongying friends and children are getting married, and there are more smiles on my face.

My brother looked at the crystal-clear reservoir water and sang happily, but he didn't forget to say to me, "Brother, this is all food!" " "Continue to sing, the song is natural, smooth and sweet, echoing in the valley. I looked at him in surprise, surprised that what he said was exactly what I was thinking at the moment. Brothers are soul mates, and their thoughts and feelings are closely linked.

The time at home is always half rainy, half cloudy and half sunny, and autumn rain advises people to stay at home more. Sitting between the north and south houses and the tall courtyard wall, it is the front yard, passing through the aisle between Wu Dongshan and the east courtyard wall, and the backyard is spacious. The concrete in the front and back yards is hardened, avoiding the east-facing courtyard walls and gates, leaving only five or six square meters of land in the west. The cherry trees, which were originally tall and lush in the field, were grafted with fine varieties by my brother, and new branches more than one meter long grew in one year-the land in my hometown is really fat.

Mother planted three pumpkins under the tree. Pumpkin leaves grow big and fat, each vying for its own territory and crawling over half the yard. When it rains, whether it is day or night, it will sing loudly for the raindrops. Listen carefully, the rhythm is natural, making people think that the rain hits the banana. This backup singer fluttered memories, stretched comfort, conveyed silence and auditory hypnosis, and let her mother lie on the sofa and silently look at my happy and blurred eyes.

The house where my mother lives was built in old Zhuang Ji by my hardworking brother and my sister-in-law who left home to work for more than ten years. At the beginning of building a house, my brother and sister-in-law "this is my eldest brother's house and this is my nephew's house", and they have already arranged the plan properly. I will live in this house when I get home. This is home.

When my mother used to live in the old house, she used scorpions on the kang, insects in the kitchen water tank, firewood, holes in the kitchen and corners to express her joy, satisfaction and happiness in living in the new house. That is the real peace of mind and happiness.

After staying indoors for a long time in the autumn rain, I went up the stairs in the backyard with an umbrella. On the roof platform, I looked at the craggy mountain, Xifeng mountain and Beizhongshan mountain arranged in a row in the north. The mountain is still the same, nothing has changed, just because I can't see it without it, so I'm never tired of seeing it.

The mountains are in the mist, and the mist is like washing, which adds charm and looks more beautiful. So I remembered my experience in Nanwan Reservoir in Xinyang, Henan Province in late autumn of 1984, and the feeling of seeing the scenery in the middle reaches of the mountains in the rain and fog-the ideal is like the fog that beautifies the mountains and rivers, leading us to go far but tirelessly on the difficult road.

Looking at that mountain, I thought of a sentence said by the illiterate, disabled and hard-living old lady in our village, which made me scratch my eyes: "Red flowers and green leaves, look at that top of the mountain." This careless poem is profound, mellow and philosophical. As I think, everyone is a beautiful world, waiting to be discovered. Profound as Socrates said, everyone has a sun, mainly how to make it shine.

She lives to understand!

In the autumn rain, looking at the fertile fields, there are wheat seedlings looming, ethereal like dreams, full of joy and happiness, just like my obsession with the eyes of missing my hometown in the distance, drawing a dream-like hope.

On the persimmon tree in twos and threes, I can recognize chicken heart yellow, pearl persimmon, red persimmon and three whelk at a glance. That was my vision when I was a child, picking up cicadas and looking for "red persimmons" (persimmons that have long been tender). It is said that it is late this year, the fruit and green leaves are still almost the same color, and there is no golden spark in memory.

In the area around the homestead, my brother planted beautiful trees, such as acacia and Sophora japonica. In the autumn rain, the leaves are black and bright, and they look very strong. My brother expects to sell for a good price. When he saw a good shape, a good tree, he looked at it and cherished it.

This land used to be a wheat field. 1984 It was in this field that I just returned to the cave after planting wheat with my parents and brother, when I heard the postman shout loudly, continuously and eagerly, "Your baby has passed the exam, take five dollars!" He happily returned the good news and asked to straighten out the money.

After figuring out the way back, the thrifty mother took five yuan to the postman without hesitation. It's a thousand thanks, as if facing a lucky star and a lucky god. Father's brother has a dull smile on his face, as if in a dream.

It was the happiest moment in our family. Mom, in particular, is an old agricultural school student in the 1960s and a monitor. During school, students were asked to lie down and rest when they encountered difficulties in life, but their mother led them up the mountain to collect weeds and pick wild fruits, which was criticized by the school. I graduated easily, but when the country was most short of technical talents and cadres, I was tied at home and my dream wings were destroyed. Later, he was appointed as the headmaster of a middle school, but he was left behind by the rebel posters and slogans, which became a lifelong regret. His son, who failed in the college entrance examination, was admitted to only one technical secondary school. He thought he had made up for his own shortcomings, and he couldn't help being happy and satisfied. It has been 36 years since this scene. It's embarrassing to think about it.

The once potholed dirt road in front of the door disappeared and became a flat cement road. The roadside is a neat solar street lamp and a unified low brick flower pond.

I think it will be stiff after such a long rain (after a long rain, the road surface is muddy and shiny after stepping on it, leaving only a watermark when stepping on it).

The old kiln next door has been abandoned and hasn't been filled yet. The pit yard is smaller than in the past, and the walls are corroded and ruined by water, which is not what I remember at all, giving people a sense of oppression. I doubt whether the feeling of being neat, bright, warm in winter and cool in summer when living in a cave is true.

It's almost time for dinner, and the symphonies of the younger brothers and sisters are melodious. I tried to smell it with my nose, trying to find the smell of rapeseed oil that used to pervade the village when cooking, but I didn't smell it. Is my nose numb? Or is this smell no longer unusual? I didn't pay much attention to it on weekdays, and I didn't have an answer when I asked.

A simple child loves her, and her mother is with her, so she is childlike and not afraid of anything. Along the winding path in the village, you can see the scenery of deja vu, with rich nostalgia and fertile land, so you can linger. Walking, watching, thinking and contrasting, all the memories come alive, moving, jumping, singing and spreading, and people, events, sights, feelings, fun and music all float before our eyes.

The walnut tree planted by my brother outside the courtyard wall is actually teetering with beads in its mouth-walnuts are teetering in the cracked skin, and there are also fallen walnuts underground, which nobody cares about. Is this for an old urchin like me? Take it for granted A tottering person is as powerful as Don Quixote. I picked up those people who fell to the ground. There are actually more than two kilograms, and many people are very happy and satisfied.

I did all this, and my mother sat in front of the door and watched with joy. The mother not only reminded the poisonous caterpillar on the tree to be careful of stinging people, but also looked at her son who was almost sixty years old with great interest. The son is happy, the mother is happy, and the mother and son are happy, happy and carefree.

Picking walnuts is fun, "money can't do it", and the taste is more worth looking forward to. Wash it, break it and eat it. You can peel it. Walnut kernel is white and tender, without the bitter taste of skin, and tastes surprisingly good.

Mother planted snake beans in the open space opposite the door in front of her uncle. Beans are curved and long, coiled among green leaves, like a long snake. Fried, crisp and sweet. When cooking, my younger brothers and sisters need to pull up a few onions, love garlic, dig up some seedlings and wait for spinach, which is a strange and sweet farmer's taste. There are also leeks that can be given away, tender cowpeas, and coriander with its own residual state and mellow flavor. This is the beauty of pastoral gifts. My mother enjoyed the scene of work and jumped to the ground.

The heavy rain urged a rest. Sitting at home talking, my sister-in-law smiled and told my mother that she was addicted to youth dramas. She stayed up all night, smelling the cock crowing, not knowing that she had forgotten the Spring and Autumn Period, and she hated the cock crowing regardless of the time, which caused the whole family to laugh.

My mother was shy and didn't argue consciously. She stood up and acted like a magician. A bag here, a bag there, a bag in the box and a handful in the drawer are all delicious, and there are mountains of fruit snacks and special snacks on the coffee table. Please tell the truth: "Ping bought me this, and there are many more. Eat them quickly. " From time to time, she looked at her loving and grateful daughter-in-law, Ping, and added, "It's too much to eat, and I've eaten a lot for those daughters-in-law."

The "wife" in my mother's mouth is my aunt and aunt in the village. They and her mother are laughing and playing in the sun, enjoying the cool under the big tree and being short sisters at their parents' house. We said, "Did you share the room because it almost broke down?" Mother smiled awkwardly and said nothing.

Ping said, "Mom, as long as you don't waste it, don't let me throw it away from time to time."

At lunch and dinner, my nephews often ask me, "Uncle, a whole cup?" This is exactly what I want. I was flattered and rushed to answer: "a whole cup, a whole cup!" " "When they poured wine, they drank less than a quarter, so I'm going to beg for it. Before I could speak, my nephews said in unison, "All right! That's all. Hey! "Well, nip in the bud. Take his, treat me like a child! This made me laugh and cry, and my family was very happy to see my embarrassment. I consoled myself by calling myself "old boy, old boy". My son and wife ordered this in advance, because my blood pressure is high, and they carried it out meticulously.

Half a month at home, although the autumn rain continued, as the eldest brother of the three brothers who went home once, I watched and thought about all this. I am about to retire, snuggling in my hometown, enjoying the family happiness with the autumn rain. The younger generation are diligent, rich and carefree, feeling as warm as jade, smooth and moist. The natural sunshine in my heart and the jubilant autumn harvest make me relaxed and happy.

I have accomplished nothing in this life, but I am lucky to give full play to my strengths. I've done a little ordinary things. I didn't expect to make a fortune, so I was unconsciously excited, glad, happy and interested, forgot my fatigue, downplayed my efforts and felt the beauty of life. So I always enjoy this process again and again. Retire early today, without feeling sorry, dissatisfied, lacking, cold or empty, is also a kind of gain.

Immersed in the autumn rain in my hometown, my body and mind are as satisfied, peaceful, comfortable and quiet as a naked baby in my mother's arms.

Bathing in Yu Qiu, bathing in affection, loving the homeland, respecting the old and loving the young, blending hands and feet, steaming Xia Wei in the clouds, rippling in the land of my hometown, thriving in my heart.

About the author: He: His ancestral home is Chengnan Village, Xinglong Town, Jingyang County, Xianyang City, Shaanxi Province, and now he works in Kenli Yellow River Affairs Bureau of the Yellow River Estuary.