Let's talk about that day in Shaoqiu, I stayed alone in the mountains, standing in my own field and plowing the ground. How could I continue to grow crops if I didn't plow the field again after the heavy rain. At this time, the mountain was so quiet that no one could hear anyone talking, and you could never hear the sound of cursing and quarreling. Some are just the sound of the wind blowing and the chirping of birds. When you are tired of plowing the fields, sitting alone on the edge of the field and admiring the scenery feels so refreshing and wonderful.
On the edge of this big field, you can still see colorful flowers blooming, and the way they sway in the wind makes people crazy. It is enough to have these flowers by their side in this life, and to be carefree again. And there are many mushrooms and the like growing in the woods on the edge of the field, and how good it will be if these delicacies are picked and stewed.
The sun was shining lazily now, and in this big field, Shaoqiu kept moving forward with the buffalo, and the lowing sound of the buffalo kept echoing between heaven and earth. It was such a good day.
After plowing for a day, only less than one-tenth of this big field was plowed. There were still many fields waiting for me to plow hard. However, if all this big land is plowed, the harvest next year will definitely be good, enough to have enough to eat.
At this time, when he was tired from plowing the fields, Shaoqiu sat on the edge of the field again, looking at a cloud in the sky, and this cloud was also looking at him, and for some reason, he looked at this cloud. I actually cried, and the tears kept falling, oh, it turned out to be raining.
At this time, Shaoqiu put on his raincoat and followed the big buffalo in the heavy rain, constantly busy in the field, while the rain flowers around him kept blooming and falling. It was really beautiful.
At this time, Shaoqiu looked at the distance, but the distance could no longer be seen clearly. The rain curtain was separated, and the mist was beginning to rise in the forest, and the birds flying in the forest could not be seen at all. . But this is good, Ling Shaoqiu can stay in this mountain freely, no one knows about him, and his body is very comfortable.
The big buffalo swung its tail from time to time, and the mud was thrown on Shaoqiu's body. However, the mud was not dirty. On the contrary, it could be said to be fragrant to Shaoqiu.
At sunset, it was getting late, and it was already hard to see clearly on this mountain road. If we didn't go back, it would be a little inconvenient to walk. So, Shaoqiu picked up the rake and drove up the buffalo, shouting, and the buffalo would moo from time to time, as if he wanted to embolden himself in this way.
When we arrived at home, it could be said that the lanterns in the deserted village were just beginning to light up, and the smoke from people’s homes and the sound of children’s laughter formed what a beautiful landscape. Shaoqiu looked at these, and in the night, someone kept shouting. It was the people crossing the river in the distance who were shouting to cross because they could not cross the river.
Shaoqiu washed off the mud on his body and put on clean clothes. Then he walked to the small river and washed the mushrooms he had just picked from the mountain in the basin. The small river was also broken at this time. There was only one small boat leisurely going away, and I don’t know where it disappeared.
And on this dilapidated dock, there is a tree with red flowers in bloom, and pieces of flowers are falling with the wind, scattering on the small river, and then flowing eastward with the water. I wonder if this flower is in love with the beautiful woman on the boat that just passed by, or if it just wants to go outside and see the infinite beauty of the scenery?
Shaoqiu couldn't care about this, and after washing the mushrooms, he walked back to his house. Although this dilapidated house was dilapidated, it could protect him from wind and rain. Therefore, he was quite attached to it. .
The fresh mushrooms and pork were stewed in a clay pot. At this time, he was sitting outside, looking at the deserted village. At this time, the people did not know where they had gone, so he stayed beside this dilapidated house. Shaoqiu was really lonely and lonely.
At this time, Shaoqiu saw Xiaohua again. She was driving a group of ducks to her house. When she passed by Shaoqiu, she even wanted to take a look, but this look was unexpected. How soft, beautiful and sentimental it would be. To this day, when Shaoqiu looks back on the past, he still remembers that look, but he doesn't know whether he should look at it like that. What a sin.
And Xiaohua drove the duck past Shaoqiu's house. For a moment, it could be said that nothing could be seen in the deserted village. Only clouds were constantly floating in the western sky. These were fire-like clouds, which once reflected the deserted village. It's red and looks good. At this time, Uncle Hua also quietly appeared next to Shaoqiu's house, holding a bottle of wine in his hand. He must have bought it in a small shop, but when he passed by Shaoqiu, he wanted to talk to him and asked Has he eaten it? He also invited Shaoqiu to his house for a drink.
But Shaoqiu couldn't agree to this fashion, and besides, his own mushrooms were quite delicious. Why would he go to someone else's house to eat? It was so embarrassing. Besides, he didn't feel good after eating someone else's food. The wind was blowing constantly, and Shaoqiu felt happy at this time. It was not easy to have a good relationship with Uncle Hua.
After the mushrooms were stewed, Shao Qiufu stayed in front of his house and had his meal. The smell of the mushroom stew really made his mouth water. After eating, Shaoqiu closed the door again. If it were someone else, he might have walked out of his own door at this time and went to sit in someone else's room to chat and talk, but Shaoqiu just closed the door. When I open the door of this room, I light a lamp and read a book.
In the deserted night, only the wind kept roaring. On the mountains in the distance, someone was talking at this time. When Shaoqiu calmed down and listened. But it was just a flash, and the words were once again inaudible, and the wind kept whistling. Maybe it was the wind blowing someone's words from a distance?
After reading for most of the night, Shaoqiu could still smell the fragrance of flowers when he walked out of the house. Standing in front of his dilapidated house, Shaoqiu heard Huagu singing continuously on the other side of the river. As for who this song was sung to, I didn't know for a while, but when I heard this song, Shaoqiu also wanted to make peace with him.
However, as a scholar, I can't do this, right? If people know about it, I will gossip, right? For a moment, he was silent again in the darkness, and a bug beside him now cried like a drum, as desolate as the mournful cry of the autumn wind.
The weather was fine at this time, and the flower girl was sitting on the other side of the river. There was no one on the side of the river at this time. After listening to this song, Shaoqiu closed his eyes and silently thought about the meaning of the lyrics. This song was also quite indecent. When he thought of these words, Shaoqiu's face turned red.
It's better not to think about it, it's important to read, otherwise, time will pass by in vain, and Shaoqiu doesn't know what the point of working so hard is?
However, if you don't want to read, it is not advisable to go out and listen to this flower girl singing. It seems that you can only sit in this dilapidated room and read.
