Autumn is crisp and clear, and it is the season of rice harvest. The morning dew fell, and the thick fog still moistened the air. The sun that had just risen in the east, a few rays of sunlight broke through the clouds, were covered by several layers of thick clouds.
The clouds were black, and when the sun was just covered by the clouds, there was a bolt of lightning that cut through the sky. Then, thunder came one after another. At this moment, there were lightning and thunder, and the dull morning sky was illuminated again.
The thunder rolled in the sky for a while, and then it started to rain lightly. However, the light rain only lasted for a short while, and was soon replaced by a heavy downpour.
Autumn is compared with spring in March, when the spring is full of warmth and the grass is growing.
In the spring of March, this time is the time for sowing. But it is best to cook a cup of tea on a rainy day and sip it leisurely, which can be regarded as relaxing yourself and getting rid of the fatigue after a busy day.
The spring wind is warm, even on rainy days. When you drink a cup of tea, your heart and body will become warmer by drinking this tea.
In autumn, although everything becomes desolate and the environment becomes deserted. The green leaves that bloom in spring and are lush in summer have changed their appearance, but they still hang there.
There was a glow of red fire, and the blankets stretched all the way across the ground, row after row, for ten miles. So, in this heavy rain, in this strong wind, a firework that will not go out has been burning for ten miles.
This is a scene that becomes more intense as the rain continues to soak it. It continued to the other end.
At this end, there is a golden glow. It is a plump ear of rice filled with the joy of maturity. With the wind and the rain, share this joy.
The fragrance of rice comes to your nostrils, making you feel relaxed and happy.
There were rapid footsteps, followed by the sound of trampling on the mud, step by step, and then became soft and muffled again. Stepping on that ten-mile bright red road.
This is a harvest season. Hard-working people finish washing before the sun rises, go to the fields to harvest joy, and go back to rest after the sun goes down.
However, it was unexpected that it would rain today. But fortunately, it rained very early, so people had time to get the rice they harvested back home in time to avoid getting soaked by the rain. After all, no one knows how long this rain will last.
There were sounds of footsteps, one after another. This is a village with hundreds of households. Such a village can be considered a large village within a radius of a hundred miles.
Hardworking people make up the majority after all. In order to harvest joy early, prepare things for winter.
Nowadays, there is no war in the country, and the people live and work in peace and contentment. This harvest season is the time they look forward to all year round.
This is the seventh year of great harvest. Although a heavy rain disrupted people's rhythm today, they were still laughing and having fun while running.
For the common people, as long as the sun rises, they go to plow the fields, and when the sun sets, they go home to rest. If they dig a well, they will have water to drink, and if they grow crops, they can satisfy their needs.
Isn’t it uncomfortable to live like this? For them, there is no need to envy the princes and dignitaries in the secular world.
The sun rises and sets, spring sows and autumn harvests, come when you should come, take when you should go. Life is actually very simple. Plain and mellow, simple and true.
Precisely because such people account for the majority, there will be more peace and tranquility in this world.
The people here are simple-minded and do not have too many distracting thoughts. Even in the rain, they will help those who have not yet put away the rice to move home.
This downpour of rain fell one by one like beads on the eaves, making a tinkling sound. But even if it rains heavily this time, this golden joy will still spread to everyone.
To the east, there is a small hill.
The sun sets in the west and the mountain rises again. Here, the side that is often lit first is also the side that is darkest first.
This hill is surrounded by ten miles of golden scenery. On the other side, there is green bamboo. There is another small courtyard. The flowers beside the bamboo fence are blooming red. In the courtyard, there is another big tree full of green and yellow fruits.
Next to this big tree, there is a thatched house, with rainwater flowing down the roof.
This is autumn, but in this thatched house, it is different and not monotonously cold.
Smoke curled up and filled everywhere.
This is a curtain of spring approaching dusk, with thin tea smoke and falling poplar flowers in the wind.
There are two hands grinding and crushing the tea leaves. And then, over and over again.
then. The figures in the room scattered the tea leaves everywhere.
Drink lightly and smell the fragrance, and everything will revive. Spring is warm and the grass is green everywhere.
This heavy rain lasted for a long time, and the fragrance of tea and tea smoke also lingered for a long time. However, in this rain curtain, the blazing sun that was covered by dark clouds as soon as it appeared is still hanging at the end.
After all, the clouds will not only stay in one place, but will blow to another place bit by bit with the strong winds from all directions.
Then, it was dawn again. The strong sunlight gave a different kind of brilliance to one side. That is not sunlight, but seven layers of colorful light, layer by layer, connecting to the other side of the sky like a bridge.
This is a rainbow. A rainbow emerges from the sun and rain.
The sun was bright, directly passing through the rain, and also passing through the mottled tree shadows outside the window, falling on the figure inside the house.
As the light fell, the darkness in the room was swept away. The figure was revealed.
This figure was sitting in a chair in front of the wooden table, with his feet slightly off the ground. He has a small face as white and tender as porcelain, revealing a pink blush.
The person making and drinking tea was actually a five-year-old child. On this small face as white and tender as porcelain, there is a pair of curved eyebrows, and under the eyebrows is a pair of clear and bright eyes. Even if the lips are pursed and not smiling, there seems to be a smile.
There were shallow pimples on his face and cheeks, and under the straight bridge of his nose was a small, rosy mouth. Around his neck, he wears a longevity lock made of copper.
This is only a five-year-old child, but he has a beautiful face. It can already be seen that he will have a handsome appearance in the future, and he will definitely be a handsome man who can make many girls fall in love.
The child was drinking tea, and there was no one at home. There was half a steamed bun and a bowl of dried vegetables on the table.
There is only one person in his family, and that is himself. As early as three years ago, both parents died, leaving the grandfather and grandson to depend on each other. Last winter, grandpa also passed away, leaving only himself.
This year, I have relied on the help of uncles and aunts in the village. One day per household, over the course of a year, only a few meals are given to each household.
Every noon, someone would come to deliver meals. Although it is not rich, it is enough for children.
He is very grateful to the people here. Even if many years have passed, even if it is heartless, bloodless and soulless in the future. These people will always be engraved in our memory.
The rain only lasted for two hours and stopped before noon.
The child had been sitting there, looked up at the door, then stood up and put the tea set under the bed.
Children are waiting, waiting for the lunch brought by the neighbors.
For him, when he was unable to have enough food and clothing, this happened day after day. Until going to bed at night.
The next morning, I still got up at five o'clock, washed and prepared my meal, and ate the steamed buns left over from yesterday.
It's harvest season recently. Everyone gets up early and goes to harvest rice fields before five o'clock. They don't bother to make breakfast for the children. Only in spring and autumn, they prepare more for dinner, so that if the children get hungry in the morning, eat.
Compared with their peers, children are relatively taciturn and calm. Probably because his parents died and his last relative also passed away last year, he knew better how to protect himself and stay away from disputes.
Although, these uncles and aunts in the village are really nice. But these are adults, and for adults, there is a lot of pity. For children of the same age, they are just playmates who have no father or mother and can be bullied.
Children know how to protect themselves, so they rarely go out. I just hope to grow up quickly so that I can grow crops in the fields left by my grandfather and have enough food and clothing by myself, instead of relying entirely on outsiders for help.
The sun had just broken at first, but it was not yet completely bright. Thunder again. Suddenly it started raining heavily.
As a result, it was dyed with fireworks for ten miles. The fragrance of rice spreads for ten miles again. Another sound of footsteps in the mud.
Outside the house, rainwater fell in all directions along the roof, ding-ding-dong-dong.
Inside the house, smoke curled up and spread everywhere.
That curtain of spring was about to fall, and it fell all over the house again.
The children took out the tea set, washed the tea, brewed the tea, and brewed the tea. The aroma of tea filled the whole room. Then he picked up the mallet and ground the tea leaves in the bowl, pulverizing them.
After that, over and over again.
Then, the child picked up the bowl, reached out and grabbed a handful of tea foam, and sprinkled it everywhere, again and again, and finally spilled all the tea foam in the bowl and fell everywhere in the house.
"What good people."
The young man smiled when he thought of these people. I will remember them for the rest of my life.
For these people, the tea they drink is just roasted by themselves and is not considered good tea. But what the young man drank was different. No matter in terms of color, aroma, or taste, it was all of the best quality.
How could he have such high-quality tea? Just one smell makes your heart happy and relaxed.
"I didn't expect that the taste of this tea would be much more delicious than what I remembered." The young man looked at the tea cup in his hand and shook his head.
The child turned into a teenager in an instant.
This young man has a smooth and fair face, thick and thick curved eyebrows, and the shallow dimples on both sides of his cheeks are clearly visible while he is sipping tea.
The five-year-old child sat motionless on the chair, but now he turned into a teenager sitting there, holding a cup in his hand and spinning it gently.
Looking carefully, this boy's appearance is 90% similar to that child, or even more. It can be said that they are carved from the same mold.
This young man is the child from before.
There are too many surprising facts in this world, and there are many strange things. This child has become a teenager, and it is nothing.
There is a hundred miles in the sky and under the sky. Probably only the big tree outside the house is the green banner. Compared with this autumn scene, it seems like this is the end of the world, with different scenery connected here.
It was like the invited spring breeze was left here, in this courtyard. The ground was covered with silky green grass.
The young man put away the tea set again, walked out of the house, and came to the door. The rain curtain was just right against the tip of his tall nose, but there wasn't a drop of dew on it.
There were just bursts of wind that was neither warm nor cool, blowing on his face.
His eyes fell on the big tree, looking at the green and yellow fruits. Above, there are colorful roads and bridges hanging in the distance.
"Li...li...li. Who in this world wants to be separated from their loved ones. Master is really right. Perhaps only here can there be no separation."
"He said that for me, this is the biggest disaster in my life. It seems that this second difficulty is not as difficult as imagined." The young man shook his head, and then reached out to touch the rain curtain in front of him.
He felt a slight chill, and a hint of reminiscence appeared in the corner of his eyebrows.
"I didn't expect that I, Ah Qi... would experience this feeling again, the touch from the outside world, the body's perception. Whether it's the tea, the wind, or the rain. All of these, I I can feel it again. Even my heart can beat."
That child is a young man, but this young man is Ah Qi. At this moment, his body was not covered by the robe. His hands are no longer like lotus roots, one after another.
His face was no longer pale, but rosy. His body was no longer stiff, but soft. It's actually a physical body.
Ah Qi stood in front of the door and could feel the coldness under the rain curtain and the gentle breeze. Also, the tinkling sound of rain is so subtle in this world.
Ah Qi has never been able to hear the sound, and can only read the other party's lips or transmit sounds. But at this moment, it was different. Whether it was the sound of wind and rain, the sound of thunder, or the chirping of birds and insects, everything could be heard.
He could also see the colors of the sky and the earth, the golden color of the straw, the green and yellow color of the fruits, as well as the white clouds in the distance and the dark clouds nearby. And, after the sun breaks through the dark clouds and shines down the light, the colorful colors appear one after another in the high sky.
This is something I saw many years ago. I thought I could see it everywhere, and then I could only trace the source of this color in my vague memory. In the end, it is just the same old thing, a blur that can never be found again.
Taoist Master Lingbao would not have thought that the person he has been looking for would be here. He would never have thought that the person who had learned "Yanshi Lu" and was a puppet would actually be flesh and blood at this moment.
Ah Qi felt the flow of blood in her body and the beating of her heart. She withdrew her eyes from the big tree and stared outside the courtyard.
It was as if he was waiting for someone.
He walked outside, soaking in the rain. He stood for a long time, a long time. Until the heavy rain stopped, and then it was noon. There were footsteps in the distance.
This hill is not high, only three meters high. In less than a moment, the footsteps came from far to near, and finally came to Ah Qi's eyes.
This was a middle-aged woman, carrying a bamboo basket, and she passed directly over Ah Qi, as if she didn't see her.
Ah Qi slowly turned around, looked at the middle-aged woman, looked around suspiciously, and muttered.
"It's weird, it's already lunch time. Where did Xiaoqi go?" The middle-aged woman put the bamboo basket on the table, bent down and looked under the bed, trying to find the child.
Ah Qi watched from outside the house and also laughed. Then, he turned around and walked into the house, shouting: "Aunt Guo, Xiao Qi just went to the back to relieve herself!"
The middle-aged woman heard the sound, looked up and saw Ah Qi, and stood up with a smile. He nodded and said: "Good boy, good boy. Today, your Uncle Li slaughtered a big fat pig and gave a piece to everyone in the village. There is meat to eat today."
Ah Qi smiled and nodded, and said sweetly: "Thank you Aunt Guo, and thank you Uncle Li for Xiao Qi."
"Good boy, Aunt Guo will convey the message for you. Aunt Guo will go to the fields to harvest rice later, so let's go first. You are delicious."
Before the middle-aged woman took it away, she did not forget to take back yesterday's dishes and chopsticks for the previous family.
In her eyes, the boy is still the same five-year-old child.
Ah Qi watched the middle-aged woman leave, and then sat down at the table. I opened the bamboo basket and smelled the aroma of meat.
This is braised pork, although there are only five pieces. But for Ah Qi, this is also an extremely sumptuous meal.
Ah Qi picked up the chopsticks and took a bite. Her taste buds were full, she smiled, and her eyes turned red.
"It still tastes the same as before..."
A steamed bun, a small plate of vegetables, and five pieces of meat. This is enough food for children. But for Ah Qi, he still has more to say.
He wanted to try it again, but he just couldn't disturb the uncles and aunts in the neighborhood.
Today, the smell of meat is wafting from every household in the village. Smell Ah Qi suddenly remembered that today is the Lantern Festival.
"I actually forgot that today is the Lantern Festival. It seems that the next time I eat meat, I have to wait for the Lantern Festival."
Ah Qi smiled, knowing that he couldn't wait until the next Lantern Festival.
There is no way to sink him here. Because the person who can make him sink will not appear here.
Ah Qi put away the dishes and sat alone in front of the door.
Suddenly, there was a breeze. The branches on the tree swayed slightly, and then a leaf fell down, falling right into Ah Qi's palm.
At this moment, Ah Qi's eyes lit up, but then dimmed the next moment.
This is not a piece, but a butterfly.
In this late autumn, there was a butterfly on that tree. A heavy rain knocked it down.
Butterflies always come in pairs, but not this one. It bent its wings toward its abdomen as much as possible, as if to absorb more heat, but no matter how it bent, it couldn't change the fact.
It's dying. This is a dying butterfly. Its life disappeared in Ah Qi's palm, and its life was escaping quickly.
"Are you going to die? Then, if your significant other and your relatives are still alive in this world..." Ah Qi looked a little sad, and then sighed, maybe... you Just loneliness. Just like me. "
"Living for a long time, but having to experience life and death, is really not as good as having happiness. In my life, I have become lonely in life. But it is precisely because of accepting this loneliness that I have become stronger."
"This strength will last forever. It will not be like you."
Ah Qi stood up, walked to the tree, dug a small hole in the ground, and wanted to bury the butterfly.
After burying the butterfly, he will leave this place.
However, there was a gust of wind and there were footsteps. Ah Qi suddenly turned his head, and at that glance, he knew that it would be difficult to get out.
