That field, that land, that man

It was embarrassing to see a paragraph sent by a friend in a circle of friends two days ago. She said, "I haven't worked in the fields for many years. I don't remember how long it's been. It is really difficult for farmers. " So tired! "I believe that my friend's mood is not only a direct manifestation of her fatigue in working for herself, but also her love and pity for the farmers' parents who have worked hard all their lives.

Frankly speaking, I know very little about farm work and farmland. I can't tell the planting season of crops, and I haven't experienced the difficult high temperature of field work. The field is both familiar and strange to me, and farm work is both curious and scary to me. I always look at fields, countryside and farmers as an outsider. Whenever I go back to my hometown to see my relatives and hear their descriptions of life, I feel pity and sad. I waved goodbye and cheered as soon as the wheel left the village. My sympathy and sadness just now seem to have nothing to do with me, but I'm glad I don't live in this barren and boring land.

Until I married in the countryside, Lao Wang took me across the field, constantly seeing busy figures submerged in the depths of the field, often hearing the rustling of messy footsteps shuttling back and forth in the field, and occasionally smelling the faint smell of pesticides on people passing by. I can't help but stop to watch the joy and re-examine this land that now belongs to my hometown, my parents, my folks and the land.

I don't want to make any more speeches and attract attention. I just want to talk about two or three small things I saw two days after I went home on May Day, which is thought-provoking.

When I came home, it was just drought and little rain. As soon as the car drove into the village, I saw all kinds of water belts on the rugged narrow path, and the sound of pumping water came and went, permeating the wheat fields. One water pipe after another extends from the well to the field. Some water pipes crossed the road and the wheels ran over them. The people in the car only felt that their bodies were bumping up and down, and the water pipes outside the car were splashed and sizzled. Once the dusty dirt road is infiltrated by the water belt, it is immediately muddy and the narrow road becomes more difficult to walk. The hum of the water pump, the rushing sound of the water, the jet sound of the water column and the drinking sound of the wheat seedlings are all mixed together, just like the crisp and soothing music played by nature, stirring people's hearts. People can't help feeling: what a spectacular rural irrigation scene!

Not far away, the figure of her mother-in-law also appeared in this mighty team of watering the land. I saw her wearing a straw hat, an old camouflage suit and a pair of semi-old rubber shoes. Her skin is getting darker and darker in the hot sun. She was standing in another room chatting with someone, and we stepped forward. It turned out that the nearby wheat field used a well, and she was waiting in line to water the ground. We should call grandpa to the family who is watering the land. Although he is not old, the traces of years have already branded him, with wrinkles, bags under his eyes full of wrinkles, gray hair and a slight bow. Plus a gray coat, black pants, upper and lower hem, and muddy feet without shoes, you can see his age. He squatted on the side of the road, staring at the water head and letting the water flow freely in the field. At this time, it is noon, and the sun overhead is becoming more and more sinister. Standing in the shade of a tree, I feel as anxious as a barbecue, not to mention my elders who are still busy in the hot sun. I saw the sweat flowing down his spine into water lines, soaking his coat, and his clothes clung to his skin, as if he could fall into the water with a light touch. The originally yellowed skin turned extremely red after being burned by the sun, just like a drunk who drank too much wine. Although the newly grown wheat awn is not a thorn, when it dives underground, the exposed skin is still marked with small pores by the sharp wheat awn, and sweat flows down, only feeling a burning pain on the body, which is beyond touch. We watched him walking around barefoot in the wheat field, barefoot and ankle-free, and was stopped by wheat ears from time to time, but we saw that he did not hesitate, but just walked forward. I think he will be scratched by Maimang, but his concern about the progress of watering the land made him forget the hidden pain.

His children all work and live in the city, and they can only stay at home for two days on holidays. In daily life, only the old man and his wife work hard at home, guarding this land and looking forward to the return of their children. I wonder how many parents there are like this elder in the village. Looking back at her mother-in-law, she was struggling to help the old man carry the water pipe, with a thin back. I can't help but have a sour nose and hold back the tears in my eyes. Since we are like the children of the elderly, wandering in a foreign land, our mother-in-law is our elders. She is a lonely watchman in this secluded village, guarding this field, her home not far away, her growth and hope, and her untimely return: my father-in-law, my brother and sister-in-law, my little niece, my sister, and us, have gone home.

One day, I went to my aunt's house to chat. Aunt mentioned her mother-in-law, feeling again and again. Our family * * * has 20 mu of land, so it is a "big family" in the village. Grandparents are old and weak, and farm work is unsustainable; Uncle and aunt are away all the year round, and crops are left unattended; Together with the land divided by my brother and Lao Wang, all my parents-in-law plant autumn harvest in spring all the year round, turn over the land, sow, fertilize, weed, water and harvest in every possible way. If you catch up with your father-in-law and go out to work, most of the time the field management will be undertaken by your mother-in-law. Aunt said, "It's not easy for your mother to stay at home alone. Every day, she is busy from morning till night. It took her a whole week to water your eight acres. Just after watering the land here, she collapsed on the ground over there. Every time I take medicine, I carry dozens of kilograms of medicine barrels with me, and all 20 acres of land are shot down. It's no joke. Strong people may not be able to hold on. Your mother fights pesticides alone. Her lumbar disc herniation in recent years is the problem of falling off the medicine bucket. " I froze for a while. I just heard that my mother-in-law has a bad waist. I asked Lao Wang, and she only said that it was normal to have physical problems when she was old. I didn't care what he said lightly. It was not until I listened to my aunt's words that I realized how much effort, energy and physical strength her mother-in-law had devoted to running the family alone. My mother-in-law, like the most ordinary farmer in the village, sows silently, works hard, eagerly expects and waits for the harvest, and her face is covered with boiling sweat and gratified smile, simple and kind.

She is also the most common mother. She got up at dawn, cleaned the room, the kitchen smoke curled up, the chopping board crackled, and we slept peacefully with waves of rich fragrant rice coming from the window. Mother-in-law will not stare at you with concerned eyes, touch you with gentle words, care you with gentle love, and melt you with deep affection. She is straightforward and rarely hides; Her voice is high, warm and generous; She treats everyone equally and never favors one over the other; She is unrestrained and drinks to her heart's content. She gave us all her love and care. Seemingly informal, in fact everything is meticulous. Before leaving home, she always packed the bags, boxes, cans and bags she had prepared for daily eating and drinking, and stuffed them into the car one by one until there was no room in the trunk. She still can't keep stuffing them into my backpack, my suitcase or even under my seat. I tried to stop her from stuffing things, but I couldn't help but feel distressed: what is she stuffing here? Obviously, it is extremely reluctant for us to leave home and shows infinite concern for us outside. She never said that she was tired from working alone at home, eating simply and dressing simply, but she always told us repeatedly, don't give in, don't be wronged, be willing to spend money, know how to take care of her health, and have a home and parents when she is in trouble. Mother-in-law is a typical rural mother, who finished all the farm work without saying anything; Give us all your love, don't say it; Physical pain, don't say; Wait alone, don't say; Miss distant relatives, stop talking. She silently and tenaciously runs a family, a field, cares about this family and supports a sky.

Like my mother-in-law's love for us is deep and far-reaching. In my eyes, she is not a mother-in-law, but a simple but determined mother. Around us, there are too many rural mothers who pay silently but don't talk.

I got up from my mother's house to say goodbye. Just a few steps out, I met another old lady cleaning up the vegetable garden. When she saw us coming, she stopped her work and greeted me cheerfully. My parents have a son about my age. For some reason, I'm not married. Naturally, we talked about his marriage, only to see the aunt sad, only to know that she bought a house for the young couple in Zhengzhou, and there was not much money left at home. She was going to the aunt's house for a dowry, and she was very worried about her parents. Fortunately, my son told him that he still had 10 thousand yuan in his hand, so parents don't have to worry. But just as the parents boarded the bus to the provincial capital, the son called and cried that there was not enough money. It turned out that the night before, the young couple went shopping and the wife asked her husband to buy a wedding ring. More than 5000 yuan is unplanned consumption. I was so worried about my parents that I didn't bring so much money when I went out. Even if I borrowed money temporarily, I have already got on the bus. When I arrived in Zhengzhou, I finally got enough money for the bride price and gave it to the woman. Aunt told us that she was still helpless, nervous and distressing. Now even if I want to urge my son to get married, there is nothing I can do. After all, even holding a wedding banquet in the countryside is not a small expense. Now that my family is heavily in debt, how much money do I have to prepare for my son's wedding? Aunt is thin and her clothes are thin. Her hands have become bent because of long-term housework and farm work. Nails are caused by long-term wear and tear. The blood vessels on the back of her hand are bruised and dull. While she was talking, she kept pulling her skirt with her hand. I saw a trace of nervousness in her eyes. Her eyes are not bright and scattered, and her whole cheek is sunken. Words like smooth, delicate, white and moist have nothing to do with her face. I think, my aunt is also exposed to the sun and rain, and it is difficult to be cold and hot, and she works all year round. Fortunately, her attitude is still positive. Before we parted, she told us that there was no difficulty we could not overcome. If there is no money, we will earn again. Everything will be fine at home in two years. After saying this, there was an eager smile on his face, which made people feel sour and sweet.

A few days later, I saw my son's wedding photos. Objectively speaking, it is really a high-end atmosphere. Although I don't know anything about wedding photography, judging from the photo processing effect, the makeup of the characters, the stage background and the expressions of the two people, it is really amazing, just like a blockbuster on the cover of fashion, and it is extremely luxurious. On weekdays, I will be full of praise and envy for such a group of wedding photos. But somehow, the more beautiful I feel, the more uncomfortable I feel, stuck in my chest, very sad. Looking at the sweetness in their eyes, my mind kept flashing his mother's embarrassed eyes and lonely expression. Wedding photos, rings, new houses and weddings are almost the standard for every couple to get married now, regardless of urban and rural areas. But I can't help asking, especially to the young people whose parents are digging hard in the fields: "Have you ever thought of your parents for a moment while enjoying the beauty of love?" Think about the sadness and difficulty behind their happiness for you? "At a certain stage, parents are often the most easily overlooked people.

Once the article is published, I don't know if my son can read it. I'm afraid my rude words will upset him. But I have a glimmer of hope that he can browse and read the mother in the eyes of outsiders. If he can stop what he is doing, call his mother back, even if it is just to say: Mom, you have worked hard! I think this is a very warm comfort for my mother.

That field, that land, that man. I don't want to describe my hometown with sad tone, sad tone, heavy mood and objective analysis. Cloud and moon, wind and snow, grain and fields, people and feelings in hometown are all unique. There was a smell in the distance and it got into the nostrils. Tears followed, because you know, that's the taste of hometown, thick millet porridge cooked by my mother, soft omelet, fried fritters and steamed buns. Far away, that field, that land, that person is home.

Lao Wang's parents, my parents-in-law, and our parents are the most filial farmers. They seldom complain about the unfair status, the lack of policies, the hardship of farm work and the difficulty of lack. They are persistent, they pay silently, and they are firm in their teeth. After missing each other day and night, they called and said: We are all fine, don't miss home. You should cherish your health and don't work too hard ... it has nothing to do with what you want to say "I miss you".

That field, that land, that man. Farming, carrying hope; The field is managed by people, and sowing is hard. That man, not you, not me, is our grandparents and parents. If you are a rural baby, or a rural son-in-law and daughter-in-law, you have time to go home, just like my good friend, and take a trip to the fields. When you feel tired, say goodbye to your parents who are farmers! After that, please don't neglect their every job, and please give them more care. If society can't give them a little attention, please leave all your warm and burning hearts to them. After all, in their eyes, you are their brightest hope.

The end of the pen will fall, but tears will suddenly rise. I can't help myself. In a bustling foreign land, the most unforgettable things are the fields, places and people in my hometown.