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A small town, a long street, a kind of concern, green mountains and green waters in August.

I always feel that life is not my own. From the moment God gave us life, he agreed with us that one day he would take it back. I have always thought that life should be as evergreen as pine and cypress, but I don't know where it grows. However, we have no choice in transportation. What a person should do seems to be arranged by God. Life is given by God, but luck depends on us. And I never believe that life is good or bad. But I feel that what I don't believe will be the opposite. I can't help thinking of my elderly mother, who has lived in loess all her life, facing the loess with her back to the sky all day. I don't know how hard it takes to get the beauty that my mother lost in this life. An unchangeable fate, a life without choice, is a reality and a destiny. Is she just drifting away in the rush of time? In August, I was in Pengyang.

I spent this August in Pengyang. Not traveling, not visiting relatives.

Pengyang County is located in the southern edge of Ningxia Hui Autonomous Region, at the eastern foot of Liupanshan Mountain, bordering Guyuan in Ningxia in the west, and neighboring Zhenyuan, Pingliang and Huanxian in Gansu Province in the east, south and north. The county seat is surrounded by mountains, and there is a clear river in the middle. Water flows quietly from the county seat.

I went by accident, thinking that staying at home often is not the way, so I went to Pengyang with my friends.

The mountains around Pengyang are all green, like several huge jadeite stones, which cover the mountains and look particularly cool in the sun. All kinds of trees are one after another, wave after wave, unstoppable. At a height of more than ten meters, you will see a pavilion, and then look up, it is another one. Hiding behind a tree, the tree blocked the front pillar and only saw the top made of glazed tiles. Under the dense pine and cypress bushes, the hillside is full of flowers and plants, like a colorful carpet, harmonious, fragrant, rhythmic and warm. Breeze blowing, not spring, is better than spring.

According to the old man next door, there are already pines and cypresses on the mountain. A few years ago, returning farmland to forests and planting small plants under trees. Small pine trees were planted in places where there were no trees before, but now there is no half of cultivated land on the mountain. Most farmers here make a living by sideline.

In our place, we can't see such scenery. Although there are trees on the mountain, there are not many, mostly small plants such as mountain spines, which are not so majestic. Occasionally, you will see an ancient pavilion protruding from the top of the mountain, or a very old path hanging halfway up the mountain, winding the whole mountain. Separated by a ravine or several canals, it is a cascade of terraces.

August in the image is a very dry feeling. The experienced old farmer said that September is better than August, and there is more rain in September. For those farmers who cling to a few acres of land, they are very eager for rain. There is a sacred saying that festivals such as the Dragon Boat Festival should be commemorated. They all hope that there will be enough rain, so that the wheat will not be dried to death. Mom is no exception, looking forward to rain every day.

"It won't rain, and we won't rain from January to August," I said absently.

"What do you know? You just hope it doesn't rain, "he said, looking up at the sky. I lifted a handful of soil and it was blown away by the south wind. "It will rain in a few days."

That's true. I hope it won't rain for the time being. I can't get here when it rains. I thought I would go to a friend's house to play when I was busy at home, but my mother was right.

In August, if we have a good year and the south wind blows much, there will be a lot of rain. It's the kind of rain that is very fine, gentle like snowflakes in winter, and light.

A few days later, it really rained. I really admire my mother's experience in knowing the weather from the clouds. It's raining, don't mention how happy mom is. Busy here and busy there, they asked me to help clean up the things in the yard, and they also used plastic sheets, lids and covers to move back if necessary. He also said that I am too lazy to eat, and I have never been so filial to my parents and helped my family like other children. I only know how to wander around. I was silent. After cleaning up the things in the yard, my mother took a shovel and I asked her to work in the fields even if it rained. Mother didn't speak, just left. Maybe this is her life's duty and her destiny. Staggered up the hill with a shovel. I want to go, but my mother let me stay at home. It hasn't rained for a long time It's finally raining, and my mother is going to work in the field for a while. If there is more rain, mother will be idle.

So it rained all night, and it was still raining the next day. My friend came to me early in the morning and said that I had some capable work in Pengyang, which was completed in about ten days. I thought about it for a long time, but I went anyway. After packing, my mother asked me what to do. I said I'm going out for a walk. In fact, she already knew that I was going to work, and she helped me cook and boil water without saying anything. Don't forget to bring anything, such as a toothbrush and an ID card.

"Mom, no, don't have time to eat, they are all waiting for me. I brought everything. " Dizzy, I carried the box out, and my mother helped me with my luggage, chanting "It's raining so hard ..."

"Don't you expect rain every day?" I was a little surprised to ask my mother. Mother said, "It won't rain next time, just as you are going out of town, it's raining heavily ..."

I know, mom actually doesn't want me to go. She will be left alone at home when I leave. Mom is tired, too. I also want to stay at home and help her with some housework, but I really have no other way. As soon as I got on the bus, my mother kept nagging that my clothes and shoes were wet. The rain soaked her through.

"Mom, go home. We'll be there soon. I'll call you when I get there. " Mother stood quietly, as if she didn't hear. You're still mumbling. The rain blurred my vision. Through the curtain-like rain, I saw my mother's blushing eyes and gloomy face, just like a cloudy day in August, and it was going to rain soon. She seemed to have something to say to me, but when she came to me, she seemed to stop talking. At eight o'clock in the morning, we set off. Mother was left behind when the bus left. She is the only one standing alone in the rain. Secretly crying eyes, isn't that a mother's love for her son? The rain in August is thin and thin. When I left, I was worried that my mother's tears would fall to the ground with the rain in August. Those precious raindrops, those tears of love, bear a mother's love for leaving her son, which is not only concern, but also expectation and endless disappointment.

Finally, it became more and more blurred, and my mother finally became a point, which gradually narrowed and became my dream for more than three hours. The rain in August is also falling slowly, knocking on the window and rustling, performing their own hypnosis for everyone who sleeps in the car.

At first, I watched the scenery with my friends. After watching it, I lost interest and fell asleep in a daze. Some people like to see the scenery by car, and I like to sleep. This sleep paralyzed all limbs. Thoughts are far away. I saw it, I saw it. My mother's rain shadow is far away, and the car has traveled dozens of miles. The distance is getting longer and longer, and my heart is chopped one by one, and I care more and miss more. In the dictionary of life, mother is also drifting away. I always remind myself not to let my mother worry too much about me. I know that one day, my mother will drag her thin body away from us. Some writers have said, "Missing is like a gust of wind everywhere." I haven't felt the strength of the wind like this for a long time, and my face is getting hotter and hotter. I touched the world, but I didn't realize that my mother was born in this world and existed on the edge of this society.

Yes, I think you are like a gust of wind, coming and going. The mother stood on the road and on the road, standing on her son's heart. Whether it is the way or the way, it worries me and worries me. The rain in August makes me miss and miss home.

The car drove on the muddy road for more than three hours, and I was awakened. I vaguely heard that Peng Yang had arrived. The weather in Pengyang is ok, and my eyes, which have not been opened by the sun, are closed more tightly. I tried to open my eyes and look around. Then pull the box and follow our friends to the place we want to go.

The county seat is not big, there is only one street, and the rest are small, not very long. The direction of the street is north-south, and the trees on both sides are very tall and big, covering the street tightly. The buildings on both sides are not too high, and they look a little handsome. Further down, you will meet a big square. The square is full of people enjoying the cool and drinking. Three or five people ate and drank around a table, punching each other, and the streets were full of wine sounds and smells. There are many people wearing white cloth hats here, only to find out outside the province that most of them are Hui and not many Han.

Sometimes, sitting in a restaurant or shopping in a shopping mall, when you see others talking and laughing with your mother, you will have a strange smell and think of your mother. As long as mom has money, let her have a good meal. Mother always does what she should do silently. Facing a few acres of land that she can't give up, the loess renders her face so yellow, sweat pours into the valley like the loess plateau, and the white hair that works day and night quietly comes out of her temples. These layers are stacked on top of each other to form her old ring. Get up early and return late. Is this just for living? Is she just for an unchangeable fate? Today is the season of August, and I feel very cold now. I want to buy something for my mother when I go home, but I can't think of anything. Maybe I should buy a skirt.

When I was a child, my mother seemed to be a book in my backpack, and I couldn't read it. When I grow up, I understand my mother but I don't understand life; In the future, I think my mother is a deep thought; It is also a song that sings my life and my mother's life.

The opposite mountain has become our leisure destination, and the river has also become our sightseeing landscape.

I heard that Liupanshan is a watershed before. It rains here and sunny there. I saw it this time. It was sunny here the day I came. The weather in Pengyang is sunny and cloudy. Not far from Liupanshan, it has a dry continental monsoon climate, with occasional rainfall and changeable weather in August. We are free most of the time. A few days later, it began to rain continuously. In my spare time, my friends and I climbed the opposite Qifeng Mountain, which was covered with green trees and huge pines and cypresses. All the steps on the mountain have been built and cleaned. Go up the stairs one by one, and you will see a pavilion. Go up again, there is another one. There are stone benches in every pavilion, and there are many people watching the scenery. Photography; Drinking; It's all noisy. At the foot of the mountain is the ancient Great Wall during the Qin Dynasty. Look at those walls made of blue bricks. Did the ancients fight against the enemy desperately on this ancient wall in order to change their fate? Those traces have been written in Pengyang for thousands of years.

Standing in the shade of a tree, the wind blows through the green hills. Stand in the distance and look out, bow your head and meditate, be idle and be busy. It's fun when you're free, and practical when you're busy. Let the wind roll the white skirt and dance between the green mountains and green waters in Pengyang, and let the yearning heart look forward to this August. I look forward to getting busy when I am free, and I look forward to a good sleep when I am tired of work; When you are busy, you are not interested in working when you see others idle, especially at dusk, Pengyang people happily go out to play in the square after dinner. Don't mention how envious you are. Mom should stop what she is doing at this time. Oh! It hasn't stopped yet. A group of chickens, a pig, a cat and a dog all want to ask her for food. As long as I can remember, my mother's hands and feet have not stopped, as if she were walking towards the finish line. But whenever my mother is free, she is free. On rainy days, I can't go out of the house or work in the fields. My mother was idle, so she squatted on the kang to make shoes and clothes for us. At that time, when I was young, I sat next to my mother and chatted with her. My mother has a small cupboard for shoes, which is full of new shoes. Every holiday, my mother always takes out a pair of newly made shoes to wear. I remember that she never wore the new shoes bought by her father. She said that cloth shoes are very comfortable to wear. She just keeps the new shoes she bought and the cloth shoes she made ... I don't know when my mother will raise them. I see through my mother. It doesn't matter whether you are busy or idle. Whether you are idle or busy, you are calm and calm in your mother's heart. Now that we have grown up, my mother still wants to make us some new shoes, knowing that we won't wear them, but she still wants to do them. This has become a responsibility and an inertia.

In August, I was in Pengyang. I stood high in Pengyang, stepped on this green land, and looked at the way when I came. The tree is waving to see the guests off, as if I were visiting Pengyang. On the way back, I walked for more than three hours. It should be more than three hours, or it should be longer than this. Waiting, everything is waiting, and the anxious heart has been brewing for more than 30 days. Green mountains and green water flow, but my heart stays in Pengyang, but I can't stop my inner thoughts. It's time to go back.

This August in Pengyang, there are more worries and more sadness. Concern is a clean stream that slowly flows through my anxious heart. That clean stream is the best favor I have received in my life and has nurtured my life. Caring makes me more worried and less lonely. Be more rational and less naive.

Clear love and care, clear tenderness and delicacy are a nagging, a phone call and a deep greeting from my mother.

In August, chrysanthemums decorate the desire to go home and slowly bloom beautiful flowers. Magic, warm, go home. .........

Yes, I will go back eventually, in this August. In that land that has experienced many past events, pines and cypresses are planted everywhere, and carpet-like wild chrysanthemums spread on the ridges of those terraced fields.

Life should be evergreen like pine and cypress, and blooming like chrysanthemum. But you're not.

I can't bear for you to wander like this, planting yourself in the loess like wheat.

Yes, life is given by God, so we should cherish it and try to repay it. On the edge of existence, only a warm and loving heart can return to God.