Li Shaozeng
When the spring hit the head of "Six Nine", a rain like a silk line fell from the sky.
"Rustle, rustle, rustle..." Rainfoot shoulders the mission of spring, climbs over the mountains, crosses the fields, enters the village, and sends the soft bath and warmth of spring to all things in nature that are gray-headed, hibernating, frozen and trembling, and ready to develop. Suddenly, the bathing in nature, the budding, the germination of sprouting, and the competition to dress up to welcome the spring of thousands of purples and reds.
Rustle, rustle, rustle..." The field was drunk—
The river has not yet completely thawed, spring irrigation has not yet begun, and the wheat fields are already thirsty. However, it still exerts all its strength to supply milk-like moisture to the wheat seedlings that are ready to return to green. At this time, the rain feet walked into the wheat field. Wheat felt a hint of coolness sweep over her head, like a hungry baby touching its mother's nipples, eagerly opening its cracked lips and sucking hard. The drizzle flowed softly through his throat, veins, and whole body, and it suddenly felt revived, energetic, and "gushing" to supply the dry yellow wheat seedlings with the necessary moisture. Within a few days, the wheat seedlings were unearthed and returned to green, followed by tillering and jointing, and by "March 28, the wheat was gone (mo) old eagles (crows)." ”
After the autumn harvest season, the land that was too late to be cultivated, after a winter of north winds rolling the ground, shrunk dry and hard in the field, anxiously waiting for the spring rain to thaw and loosen it. At this time, it is really anxious, "one life, one autumn of grass and trees", but how can it raise new crops like this? In the midst of the bitter waiting, it heard the rain sound of "rustling, rustling", and then sucked the spring water like ganlin along the roots of the dry grass and wild vegetables, and gradually appeared from the inside out of the dark water halo. Until "nine nine plus one nine, old cattle walk everywhere", the wet land gives birth to sweet potatoes, sesame seeds, cotton and other new life.
Rain feet continue to run in the earth. Those "white stubble fields" that had been cultivated in autumn were very happy, and they had been exposing their chests and stomachs for a whole winter, hoping to turn the half-brick-sized crumbling on it into fertile soil and being welcomed by the farmers. They know that the farmers sowing seeds and hoeing the grass can be very annoying to these ridges, especially in the era when agricultural mechanization was not yet developed, turning them into fertile soil can only be lifted and smashed, and if they catch the dry winter, the dust will be as hard as iron, the hammers will fall to the ground, the arms and hands will be numb, and men, women and children will fight together, and they will not be able to smash much at the end of the day. The foot of the rain came over, and the earth sucked up enough water, like a drunkard at the banquet, and collapsed softly. When the peasant family saw that he liked it so much, he couldn't help but pick up a handful of soil, lean in front of his nose, and sniff the affection.
"Rustle, rustle, rustle..."
A light drizzle gently fell on the grass struggling in the cold wind. The grass that is born "one year old and one withers" has been moistened by the drizzle, and the heart is happy to be born. In a few days, the grass grows a piece of tender green buds, and the blue color is connected by dots and formed by lines, which smears the earth with the first color of spring, forming a beautiful scenery that is unique in the year.
When it came to the season of "five nine six nine, looking at the willows by the river", but at this time, the branches of the trees were still hanging on the ice ballast, and they were trembling by the cold wind that was warm and cold. Rain feet quietly fell on the head of the tree, both a little cool and warm rain, slowly warm off the ice on the branches, rainwater along the branches into the trunk, roots, dry and hard branches gradually turned yellow, and then bulged out of the green bag, a few days later is "jasper makeup into a tree high, ten thousand hanging green silk".
"'Rustle', it's raining. The spring flower says: 'I want to blossom'; the sunflower seed says: 'I want to sprout'. "This is a lesson from the second volume of the primary school "Language" that I read as a child. It reflects the current water, the joy of the field, and the various flowers on the trees that are moistened by the rain and compete to sprout and open. It can be said that if there is no moisturization of spring rain, where is the picturesque scenery of "thousands of purples and thousands of reds are always spring"?
"Rustle, rustle, rustle..."
Farmers rely on the sky to eat, rely on crops to feed, and have a special affection for rain. Growing up in the countryside, I have seen the joy and joy brought by the spring rains to the villagers.
Remember a rainless and dry spring, cotton can not be seeded, sweet potatoes can not be planted, sesame seeds can not be sown, even the millet planted, sorghum can not germinate. The river has dried up, the well has dried up, and it cannot be watered. "People mistake for a while, and people mistake people for a year," the peasant family was anxious. In the middle of the night, a drizzle fell on the faces of sleeping people through the airy windowsills, and they wiped the rain from their faces and cheerfully woke up the people around them: "Look, it's raining!" "There is a grandfather in the courtyard surnamed Li who is on the five clothes, and whenever he has a worry, he will sing the West Road Zizi (that is, Hebei Zizi) at night. He heard the sound of "rustling" rain, sang abruptly, and knocked on the door of the house with ecstasy, slammed the window of the house, and told the villagers: "It's raining, get off the ground!" ”
The drizzle fell quietly for a day and a night, the hearts of the villagers were moistened, and the sad and anxious faces were finally joyful, and they ran to the fields beautifully, ploughed the land with moisture, and sowed the expectations and expectations of the next year.
This rain in the big year, fluttering and sprinkling for a day and a night. It drenched the new clothes worn by people who walked relatives and also brought some mud to the country roads. But the peasant family not only did not have a little color, but liked to be colorful. At this time, they were calculating in their hearts how much real money and silver this rain would bring to them.
"Rustle, rustle, rustle..." After many days of dry weather in winter, a spring rain came to the world with affection. Walking in the drizzle, a poet's chant sounded in his ears: "Good rain knows the season, when spring is happening." Dive into the night with the wind, and the moisturizer is silent. ”