The countryside, my hometown
Text/Whitewater
Very young
I only remember Yunmeng's hometown
There is a grain raiser in the hall
There are also hoes and plows
Sickles and straw hats hung on earthen walls
There is a round big grinding in the drying field
There is also a grinding groove for foot grinding in the east room
I found out later
These are not decorations and decorations
Raised out of the harvest
What grinds out is the years
Mill out the hardships
After the autumn harvest is busy
Winter is a rare time to spare
Surrounded by a side house
Spotted night lantern
Under the influence of the smoke of the lamp
The room was filled with smoke
It is very similar to burning incense in Guiyuan Temple
But they are in the clouds and fog
Tenaciously rubbing mahjong
Although some people yawned for days
Or hold on until the night
In fact, everyone is a little hypoxic
At lunchtime
Copper hot pot
It's steaming
疏菜鱼肉丸子
Stuffed with the bottom of the pot
Droplets of coals
Fill the whole house
The table is full of piles that are hard to see on a daily basis
A large bowl of fish and meat
The small bowl is filled with aroma
Wine
Chunks of fish squeeze out the usual days
of hardships and sorrows
A small bowl of wine soothed the old days
of fatigue and care
In the cheerful push cup change
The old man will utter a word
Kids
It's hard to eat happily
People don't live for a mouth
An uncle and aunt who are content with the status quo
Many of them have become ancient
The children and grandchildren are working everywhere again
The fields are not planted
The former blue brick house
Long gone
And he built a building on the field
The highway runs north-south, east-west
There are almost no cultivated fields
I really envy the patches of rape flowers
Yellow and yellow in a piece
I really want to see the white cotton field again
A ray of light is really like a white cloud in the sky
I also remember the heavy wheat field
Jumping and swaying in the wind
My uncle's family had two plots of land
A pile of peanuts is planted
一垅蓄着荸荠
It's starting to roll over
一锹下去
Tumbling out a lot of red water chestnuts
A hoe
Pull out bunches of fallen peanuts
The young woman could no longer be seen carrying water
A twinkling shadow in the field
I can no longer see the village woman with her shoes under the locust tree at the head of the village
They tend to make a gentle stroke on their head with a needle
Then use the thimble to pass the needle through
Thick soles
It seems that the love of the husband
Affection for children
Densely packed all locked
In every stitch and every thread
It's hard to see laundry anymore
The appearance of banter by the small pond
A hammer for washing laundry on a bluestone slab
It's very interesting
Up and down, there is a difference between light and heavy
It was the hammering that fell hard
An unassuming husband
Gently falling is touching
The man of his heart
Visible
It's a lot of factories that have sprung up
There are a lot of cars plying the once field-paved roads
No need for a rooster to crow
The bell hanging on the locust tree no longer rings
The former farmer threw away his hoe
Put on your overalls
Walk into the factory gate to clock in and go to work
It's so natural
There is no trace of the past
The appearance of facing the loess and turning his back to the sky
The countryside has changed completely
My hometown is also getting more and more
city
It's hard to find the wanderer when he comes back
The former place
A homeland that haunts dreams
Where are you
Image: Photo by Reading Sleep Poet
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