Text/Qi Yaping (Gansu)
Spring is the first of the four seasons, and the pu river rushes happily. Everything was revived, the fallen leaves and trees were re-cloaked, and the earth was decorated with green in the spring. Flowers and trees, streams and ditches are all alive.
In the season of all things competing for favors, the eyes of various colors are lit up and lit up countless times.
Sunlight, air, moisture, and soil combine to give the banks of the Pu River layers of green – from light green to green, from green to yellow. The "cloak" of puhe is rich and colorful, and in the spring, nature's various stunts take turns to fight, all kinds of help, delicate, abrupt and bizarre, never missing to come again...
Every spring, new visitors settle in Puhe, and those flying wings are familiar, but completely strange. Bees, butterflies, swallows, insects, flying, running, crawling, all spring in the heart. A touch of red on this side, a cluster of white on that side, a spring breeze blowing, and more orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple followed. Puhe land with natural brushes little by little, a little bit of outline, Puhe people with diligence and sweat to build the land into a new rural image at the forefront of the times. Spring's palette is still thickening and thickening - in the splash of ink, landscape paintings, brush strokes, stick figures, ink paintings, insect and bird paintings, etc. are all framed by the eyes of the Puhe people. This natural picture scroll is priceless, no need to bother with the pen, no need to read for ten years to give nature a color. Nature is a natural craftsman, it only needs a "big hand", it can make a broken wall take root, of course, there are ditches, caves, cliffs and other places that are not noticed, and they are not willing to show weakness to compete for spring. But recalling the "small bridge and flowing water people's home", it is said: The crow has gone to Yangchun, and the peach blossoms in March hook the soul of spring——
Suddenly, there were infinite good mountains everywhere.
The crops woke up like a dream and raised their heads, the wheat seedlings were raised, the farmhouse vegetables were planted into the soil, the flax seeds fell to the ground, the rape flowers were yellow, and the mountains were thriving. The dead grass leaves that were abandoned in winter withdrew from the spring placket, and new green shoots broke through the soil and thrived. The peasant's donkey took a long break, and the big brother who wielded the whip instead strode forward and forward in his own field with a hand-held tractor. The diesel engine suddenly "bel canto" replaced the donkey's snort, followed by the daughter-in-law behind the seven-foot man, no longer carrying the basin high and one foot low to sow seeds, now they will only smile sweetly, focusing with mobile phones, and the handsome image of their own masters cultivating in the farmland in the new era makes them not see enough.
Old cattle and donkeys have withdrawn from the stage of agricultural culture in the new era, they are well-served by farmers, fattened and strong, and have become an indispensable part of the development of the rural economy, their livestock have bought good prices, the tail number in the farmer's passbook is constantly increasing, and tile houses and two-story small Western-style buildings have sprung up after the rain, no less than the high-rise buildings in the city. The large tile houses and small western-style buildings here highlight the regional color, and new vegetable seedlings grow in the green vegetable garden behind the front house of the village. The pepper seedlings, eggplant seedlings, tomato seedlings, cabbage seedlings and red taro seedlings cultivated in the small vegetable greenhouses are all growing happily. When the market day came, the big brother of the farmer drove a tricycle, pulled up his daughter-in-law, sold vegetable seedlings on the street for a day, and his pockets bulged, and before dark, he went to the supermarket to buy some food, clothing and daily necessities for children and the elderly, and their faces were all happiness that could not be hidden.
When spring comes, every household in Puhe will buy back a dozen or dozens of chicks from chicken farmers, vaccinate the chickens, buy cold medicine, and sprinkle them with newly ground millet grains. When the grandmother called, the chickens vibrated their small wings, flapped their edges and came to peck, the grandmother had work to do, opened her lips in the nest, and said happily: "There is a job in the hand, the heart is comfortable"!
Young people drive tractors to sow seeds in the field, grandfathers are cut hands, daughters-in-law say dressed, leisurely pacing in the fields. Walking along, he took out the paper cigarette that his son bought, clipped out one, turned it under the sun and took a picture, and then slowly lit it, inhaled it, spit out a string of swirling eye circles, squinted his eyes and said: "It's better than dry smoke, this cigarette is not choking, I will buy it according to this brand later"!
The son heard a smile: "Dad! This cigarette must be easy to smoke! I bought you a hanako"!
The old man did not know, so: "Right! I'll draw the Huazi brand later"!
In the distance, the pu river is still rushing happily! Spring on the Pu River continues to rub shoulders...
About author:Qi Yaping: A native of Qingyang, Gansu, he is a member of the Qingyang Writers Association. Passionate about literature, he has insisted on writing for many years, and his works have been published in "Rural Public", "Fine Short Stories", "Yellow River Literature and Art", "Dadu River", "Shenzhou Literature", "Gansu Economic Daily", "Zhanjiang Daily", "Baoding Radio and Television News", "Longdong Daily", "Liaoning Literature and Art", "Five-and-a-Half Poetry Journal", "Beidou", "Kowloon", "Yellow River Elephant", "Mountain Soul" and other paper media, and hundreds of essays have been published on various network platforms.
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