Original Xie Shujun
I have always been worried about the "rice sea" in Taishan, where in addition to rice fields, or rice fields, endless. Ever since my friend had been invited there a month ago, I knew that I would come back to this village in the future. After a month, I set foot on the rice field of this village again.
Why I have a crush on rice paddies, I can't tell. All I know is that both the rice fields in the morning and the rice fields at dusk are beautiful, and of course, how friendly and simple the villagers here are.
Here a village is connected to a village, out of the door is a rice field, a large area of rice field, stretching into the distance, the distance is more and more fading mountain shadows.
To come here, first of all, I want to go to the field, and what can I look forward to when we meet again? I'm looking forward to it.
I got up at six o'clock in the morning, pushed open the door, the sky gradually brightened, the blue-gray sky was glowing with a faint white light, and the chirping of birds came from the woods, and I was screaming vigorously, as if I was afraid that I would not hear it.
A moment later from a distance came the sound of chickens, as if they were about to tear their throats, shouting harder, one higher than the other, and a moment of quacking, one after another, and the village that had been sleeping all night woke up, and the new day began again.
The rice paddies in the early morning, just like us, wake up refreshed after a night's sleep. The soft morning light sprinkles on the rice fields, and the cats sway and dance joyfully in the fluttering autumn wind.
The moment we walked down the field and crouched down to take a picture, I was stunned, and for the first time I found that the rice field in the backlight was so beautiful that it could not be described in words.
Each rice seedling is covered with dewdrops, strings of them, crystal clear, shining in the backlight, converging into an endless sea of golden glitter.
And I know that this light is so fleeting that it will disappear in a few moments. The two of them looked at each other with such a beautiful view, and they could not express themselves, and they stopped for a long time and were very moved.
At four o'clock in the afternoon, the sun was no longer so hot, and we went out again with excitement.
Walking on the field, the breeze blows, the noise, the rice waves roll, and the earthy fragrance mixed with the fragrance of rice. I sat on the field like this, slender grains, yellow, full of mature charm, strings of joyful expressions swaying in the wind, as if calling to me. Looking at the golden rice field in front of you, the sound of nature echoed in my ears.
At the edge of the field, I met a woman who poured vegetables in the vegetable field. The pepper seedlings in the vegetable field have just broken through the soil, and the small leaves are tender and tender. The woman was weeding, and I asked her if she had any vegetables to sell? She said there were no sweet potatoes, pointing to a row of cabbage in the vegetable field, you love to eat, I gave it to you without money.
I was really touched at that moment, she was as simple and sincere as my neighbor in my hometown, and then she found a plastic bag, filled it with a bag of cabbage, and handed it to me, as if she had smelled the sweet taste of cabbage.
There are also three or two croppers standing on the edge of the rice field, they are easy-going and friendly, and here, anyone who does not know can stop and chat, at this time, what to talk about is actually not important.
The villagers' hearts are filled with stories about the village and the rice paddies, as if you pick up a small pebble and throw it into the pond, and with a pop, you can always splash big and small splashes.
Unconsciously, the sunset has set in the west, rich colors appear in the sky, the pale yellow sunset hangs obliquely on the top of the hill in the west, and the afterglow of the sunset illuminates the rice field, and in an instant the rice field becomes golden and brightens the village not far away, and the village is bright for a while.
Flocks of birds, I can't name them, took off from under our noses. These birds must be regular visitors in the rice fields, and the rice fields are their paradise, and they rise and fall in this dusk, right in front of my eyes.
Little by little, the sky darkened, and as far as the eye could see, it was so soft and quiet.
Sister Lin called us home for dinner, it was not yet six o'clock, we had dinner, the countryside is not a city, always eat very early. Classmates urged me to go back quickly and not to let Sister Lin's family wait too long. But I really don't want to go, if I can prefer not to eat.
The rice fields in the evening are the most interesting. Go to the fields at dusk and listen carefully to the birds, long, short, low, high-pitched, the birds are extremely rich in tone, and the birds alone will make you linger.
The sunset has slowly descended, although the sunset is not full of sky, the colors are not colorful, and the distant mountains are covered with clouds and mist, like an unfolding picture scroll, full of poetry.
The autumn breeze was gentle, accompanying us on the way back, lined with rice paddies, walking with classmates and watching. Suddenly, hundreds of sparrows sprang out of the rice paddies not far away and flew into the sky together, and the lineup caught me off guard, and I involuntarily shouted "wow" and hurriedly raised my mobile phone to record a spectacular scene.
But the birds did not cooperate, too sorry, the video only recorded my "wow" scream that was out of Sven, I couldn't believe that it was my own voice, compared to those "rich and handsome" bird calls, my voice was "short and poor".
Overnight in the mountain village, dark on all sides, autumn insects singing, the silence of the green mountains in front of us, the stars shining in the sky, we sat on the terrace, there was a wordless chat, you can also close your eyes, feel the silence here, listen to the wonderful sounds in the woods.
Late at night, pillowing the beautiful sound of the mountains, I fell into a deep sleep and had the most beautiful dream of autumn.
In Duhu, not only do you encounter the vast rice fields, the flocks of birds in the sky, the free fish and shrimp in the creek, the colorful wildflowers on the roadside, and the pure natural hot spring water, in the open-air hot spring by the rice field, three or five friends chat while soaking in the hot spring, how comfortable!
"Heaven and earth have great beauty without words"! This is Zhuangzi's sentence, which I like very much.
In the land of nature, people can encounter the natural beauty of heaven and earth anytime and anywhere. The beauty of nature is infinite, but the beauty that man feels is limited.
In a person's lifetime, the beauty that can be perceived and touched is so limited, even so rare. In my opinion, the natural scenery of the fields and the leisurely daily life are the most beautiful and precious things.