Show spring
Author: Yang Zhenggang
There has been a long time since the New Year, when the cold air has swept by and the rain has covered the waves. Maybe the sun father-in-law, who had worked for a year, was shyly answering in the snowy cave, and the hibernation nap had not yet shown a bright smile. Really: ask what the world is, just ask people to walk in the rain. I couldn't cover it with an umbrella, and I had to wear cotton pants in February. Asked where the sun was, a dark cloud covered it all.
This is the afterglow of winter, and spring will not be far away.
Oil City has been working for a few weeks, and although it is a good time to relax today, it seems that there is a basket of things on hand. I had to sit at my computer desk at home, doing one thing at a time. Just like the assembly line production products, one by one comes out, and the bundles are packed in bags. Complete one batch and prepare for the next batch. The time of year lies in the spring, the spring is not cultivated, and the autumn has a harvest. If no seeds are sown in the spring, there are fruits in the autumn. I was planning spring.
Busy with the work at hand, look up. The black and yellow flesh is still hanging under the eaves, and the breeze blows and wafts with wax fragrance. But what is even more tempting is the cherry blossom tree outside the window, after the rain, the water droplets hang on the branches, crystal clear, flashing like pearls. Under the moisture of the spring rain, small green buds emerge from the branches. Get up and open the window, look up at the blue sky, and the birds are excited. Everything is greeting spring.
After admiring nature, it is already noon. My brother from my hometown called, and I asked my brother what he was busy with these days. He smiled and said that after the End of the Year, there would be more agricultural affairs. The front and back of the house should be ploughed, the house should be planted, the saplings should be selected on the street and down the street, and the water should be stored and drained at the end of the village, and the rural revitalization should be carried out. Although it was a mess, the little brother's words were full of joy. The little brother is hugging spring.
At the end of the day, it is almost late at night, idle, open WeChat. See the story of a friend who happened on a snowy and rainy day before the Spring Festival: he came home from work in the evening, passing through the Yunshan Stream in The Oil City of Xiangbei Province, and saw an old man shrinking down on the cold roadside selling her small dishes. Inexplicably filled with pity, he stopped to inquire about his age, and it turned out to be an eighty-year-old couple from another province who had come here to join his relatives. The daughter is no longer there, and it is difficult to live with her grandson. Friends are very uncomfortable in their hearts in an instant, raising children to prevent aging, but white-haired people send black-haired people, the age is high, should enjoy the world, but still have to run for food and clothing, the same people, but can not be the same fate! Friends asked the old man how many dishes there are, a look at sweet potato cabbage is not much, so under the repeated resignation of the old people, the friend directly took out 100 yuan, the old man left all the dishes to pack the field, called the old man to go home early, and watched them snuggle up in the dark night to leave, secretly wishing the old man a flower fragrance in spring, cool in summer, less love, and old age! It is true that people are in winter, hearts are in spring, and the most beautiful friends are sowing spring.
There is green in the heart, and there is no fear of winter. As long as everyone gives a little "green", the world will always be a bright spring.
About the Author
Yang Zhenggang is an employee of the rubber department of Hunan Baling Petrochemical, and a member of Sinopec and Yueyang Writers Association.
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