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The cuckoo in memory, either at noon, or at dusk, or at night, always comes as promised every year, and the call still makes me nervous. The sun is scorching and the sky is high

author：Long hair that has gone away

The Cuckoo of Memory

The cuckoo in my memory, or noon, or twilight, or at night, always comes as promised every year, and the call still makes me nervous.

The scorching sun, the sky is high and the earth is far away, and the yellow-green patched fields that stretch out endlessly are the homework books of rural people! Steaming in the sun, the scent of wheat and weeds.

I am not a truly qualified laborer, and I am afraid of the scorching sun from the bottom of my heart. No true farmer is afraid of the scorching sun. Because the scorching sun not only tans and rolls the skin, but also ripens the crops and ensures a good harvest. During the harvest season of cuckoo song, I was afraid of the scorching sun, and I felt ashamed!

Ancient cuckoos, chirping for thousands of years, from the age of the book of poetry all the way to the present! It is the most profound and comprehensive commentary of the Book of Verses. My memory is awakened by it again and again. It has been endowed with the most complex images of human emotion for thousands of years. There are hardships of "steaming in the heat of the foot, and the heat of the sun on the back", there are the hardships of "not knowing the heat, but regretting the summer is long", and there are the spike collectors who "hold the ear in the right hand and the basket in the left arm"; There are women and children who "eat with their wives and children, and children carry pot paste", and there are also prime-aged people who "go with Xiangtian and are strong in Nangang"; I seemed to see the back of the back, the cracked hands, the sweaty eyes, and the tired and cheerful smiling face; I heard the frolicking of children, the shouts and responses of adults, and the thunderstorm and wind on the road and the "clicking" of the harvest with a rapid scythe. The wind shook the tall poplars, and the huge raindrops began to hit the face...

As soon as the wilderness is quiet, the image becomes "Mo Xiao Farmhouse LajiuHun, Good Year Stay Guest Foot Chicken and Dolphin" enthusiasm, simplicity, contentment, hospitality; "The sun rises and breathes."

Sink wells and drink, plough fields and eat.

Dili to me! "Steady, calm, comfortable.

……

It was all in the chirping of the cuckoo that made me shudder.

2020.06.12

The cuckoo in memory, either at noon, or at dusk, or at night, always comes as promised every year, and the call still makes me nervous. The sun is scorching and the sky is high
The cuckoo in memory, either at noon, or at dusk, or at night, always comes as promised every year, and the call still makes me nervous. The sun is scorching and the sky is high
The cuckoo in memory, either at noon, or at dusk, or at night, always comes as promised every year, and the call still makes me nervous. The sun is scorching and the sky is high
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