Cherry blossoms fall, and cyan cherries are hidden between the dense leaves.
Locust flowers bloomed all over half the mountain, and from a distance, the white flowers were like snow covered layer by layer, and a string of silver bells hung above the branches, and the wind blew, and the whole mountain was fragrant. As soon as the sun sets in the morning, the bees fly out, and at night they wait until sunset before the bees enter the hive with joy.
The wheat grew upwards as if it had been plucked in the night, and some anxious ears of wheat had already come out. The field is full of busy crowds, especially in the morning, the honeysuckle bush is also full of people, a pair of hands picking golden, silver-white flowers, no matter what to do to pay attention to the timing, this honeysuckle blooms, it can not be colored, the medicinal effect is also discounted.
After a few rains in the morning, the vines in the forest spread rapidly, and the green leaves of raspberries flooded last year's position. In the mountain forest, all kinds of flying insects have also appeared, in large numbers of breeding, amorous birdsong seems to be much less, they have begun to lay eggs, hatch, looking for delicacies, preparing for the continuation of the next generation. The fourth uncle also saw some small rabbits timidly in the sun of the ravine, and in order not to disturb them, he gently waved the whip to drive the sheep. Saying that everything is beginning, this is not the beginning of last year.
Everything in nature is interlinked, without anyone, the world is incomplete, it will be difficult to function, we are in it but do not know the importance of it.
There are tourists on the mountain, there are people in the pavilion, waiting for a rain, there will be fewer people, the mountain will be much quiet, the sheep can not eat the leaves with dew, can only be enclosed in the sheep pen, the fourth uncle with the mat clip (the northern rain hat) before and after a circle, Gou San can not put bees, bees are also in the hive.
When the fourth uncle was young, he spent time in the village propaganda team, and then the collectivist cauldron of rice was dissolved, the fields were contracted to the households, each person was busy with his own, and the gongs and drums and musical instruments in the propaganda team were also divided, so he brought this erhu. When he was extremely bored, he took it out and pulled it, which was also strange to say, and when he was young, he pulled every day, and it was also a common thing to pull, just like his life, although he worked hard, he did not get the expected return. Nowadays, there are fewer listeners, only the breeze and the bright moon in the mountains, sometimes it is also the pine waves and falling rain, there is no applause and boos, I have less of that persistence, from my own mood, horizontally and vertically pulled up so many times, this erhu seems to really understand him, understand his happiness, sadness and helplessness.
On this day, there was nothing wrong with the rain, the fourth uncle took out the erhu, listened to the spring rain, tried twice, the erhu seemed to be the original erhu, but the fourth aunt said, "After pulling for so many years, it is like a dog scratching the door, I don't see any growth, so don't mess around there." ”
"What dog scratched the door?" Gou San came in outside, he didn't know the content of the couple's conversation, only heard the dog scratching the door.
The fourth aunt heard Gou San's voice and covered her mouth, she didn't mean that Gou San scratched the door. Busy beckoned, "Old Third, come in." ”
The fourth uncle was afraid that Gou San would misunderstand, and then explained: "Your sister-in-law said that I pulled erhu?" ”
"Fourth brother, you still have this baby." Gou San saw Erhu, and his eyes lit up.
"Well, you too?!" The fourth uncle was a little incredulous, looking at the excited Gou San.
"Ha, I can't say it will, I can pull it up for a while." Gou San was busy waving his hands and said modestly.
The fourth uncle handed the erhu to Gou San, and Gou San found a stool with short legs, tried it, just like people clear their throats before singing, moved their fingers twice, tuned the shaft, put the barrel on the right leg, picked up the strings, and saw the kung fu in the subtleties, seemingly inadvertently, but in one go.
Pull a song "Empty Mountain Bird Language", the rain is not big, accompanied by a drizzle oblique wind, but also has a charm.
The fourth uncle listened with relish, and even the fourth aunt was fascinated by it, forgetting what to do, and the end of the song was still reminiscent.
Gou San came to be interested and continued to pull up, this time pulling "Liuyang River", the fourth uncle, the fourth aunt on the side of the beat, while humming up "Liuyang River, bending across the ninety-nine bays ...", singing and singing, shaking their heads, as if they were young again, they all forgot their age, these are the songs that must be known in collective life.
Time trance, waiting for the moon on the branches, a group of young people, after a day of labor, after dinner, gathered in the courtyard of the brigade, hanging a gas lamp on the tree, like daylight, the wind together, blowing the shadow panicked, under the lamp five squads lined up, a song after the game, after the competition of new songs, but also to learn new songs, in addition to the song, but also rehearsal, the fourth uncle played the four grandmothers, wrapped in towels on their heads, the town commune grew up to appreciate, because he won the title of "four concubines".
At first, he heard that the title of four concubines was still resistant, and then later everyone nearby called him four concubines, and then this title was not pejorative, and slowly accepted.
The past was like a treasure vase that sank to the bottom of the sea, and Gou San, the fisherman, lifted the lid with his erhu, and began to expand one by one, filling the whole house and continuing to spread in the rain.
Gou San pulled two songs, handed the erhu to the fourth uncle, and said while handing it over: "I haven't pulled it for a long time, and I'm a little rusty." ”
"Third brother, you are so skilled, and you still say that you are strange, so what will happen to you when you are at your best?" The fourth uncle saw that Gou San was not modest, so he asked him.
"At the best of times, I also competed in provincial competitions and won the rankings."
"Why don't you keep pulling?" When the fourth uncle heard that Gou San had taken the rank, he couldn't help but be curious.
"Bad ingredients, landlord." Gou San sighed.
The fourth uncle and the fourth aunt were silent.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the rainwater under the eaves merged into a flowing stream of water, flowing lively towards the back of the house, and the sound of rushing could be heard.
Some people are willing to reminisce about the past, and some people are not willing to recall the past.
"Old man, is it hard to keep bees?" It took a long time for the fourth aunt to remember this sentence.
"Running around, no one knows that I am a landlord, and I don't feel bitter, and now this landlord is not a crime, but I still like to be outside."
One point number Zhang Zhi
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