Text: Gai Jizhong
The autumn wind, from top to bottom, sends the mountain villages and fields of the old garden into the arms of late autumn, along with the drifting clouds and birds in the sky. The current planting method has replaced the traditional planting mode, broken the paleness of the past late autumn, brought vitality to the hometown, stimulated the planting enthusiasm of farmers, and mobilized the enthusiasm of farmers to cultivate the land.
Nostalgia Essay: Twilight Autumn Countryside
I strolled to the Nangang Yangtze River embankment in my hometown, and the Long River embankment was like a long line of kites, dragging me and slowly drifting into the depths of the green field of my hometown.
That green comes from the river embankment of the hometown, from the endless rice fields of the hometown, and the green comes from the leaves of the late autumn in the Xiaoxing'an Mountains of the hometown...
The willow trees in the hometown cover the long river embankment of Nangang, and the willow branches are drooping and the green leaves are silky. The willow leaves have not yet run out, the breeze blows thousands of willows, and the land of China is full of Shunyao.
The rice paddies of my hometown, which are next to the river embankments. The rice paddies stretch out into the distance along the river embankment. The rice is blown by the breeze, and one wave is better than another. The boundless rice field is the green waves of the yangtze river embankment, through the waves, looking at the beautiful rice ears and erect branches, the rice plants, like the hair of the girl's shoulders, the rice leaves, is the bow on the girl's hair. The autumn wind blows, and the branches and leaves pull the ears of rice one after another, like the light steps of a young girl, flowing with the wind freely and unrestrainedly; and the beautiful bows also dance with the innocent reverie of the girl, showing off the girl's age one by one.
In the cornfield of the hometown, the square garden is connected for several miles, and the layers of leaves dance in the breeze, as if to thank the earth for its gifts. The golden corn cob stretched obliquely. In the autumn wind, it also shows its majesty. The autumn wind passed by, and the corn leaves rustled and made a rhythmic sound, and the sound extended into the distance. The corn stalks were shaken a little bent, and the original pavilion was like a heavy person trying to move forward in the wind, facing the wind and competing with the sun.
The soybeans in the hometown, under the sunlight, are about to ripen the soybeans. Under the swaying of the autumn wind, a silver bell-like sound is emitted. At this time, the harvester was harvesting the golden soybeans back and forth in the field, and the wild was singing. Laughter and laughter were everywhere. If the seeds sown in the spring are the fish and shrimp in the ocean, then the fertilizer scattered in the hometown is the food of the fish and shrimp, the sun, the moon and the stars, the fertilizer turns into a crystal dew, moisturizing the soil of the hometown, and nurturing the hope of green.
This new planting method of hometown, like a giant paintbrush, dipped in the river water of the hometown, draws the green of the fields all year round, and the green carries the hope of the hometown, arches out a crescent moon, holds up a round of red sun, and decorates the home that has been sleeping for a long time more magnificently. Since then, it has driven away the former silence and desert of my hometown.
As the sun sets, the sunset stains the sky red. Reflect the village in late autumn even more beautiful and colorful!
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