According to the uncles and uncles in my hometown, as of today, the drought is very severe, and if there is no hearty heavy rain, the wheat yield will definitely be reduced, and peanuts will not be planted.
It seems like a year of uncertainty and hope.
I listened to the gloom in my heart, although it has been some years since I left the peasant gate, but my heart still jumps with the great middle building in front of the ancient fifth floor.
My hometown is not happy, and I am not very happy.
Tonight (Friday) from seven o'clock, sporadic rain will visit this thirsty land.
I had planned to accompany my father to dinner at Luyuan Mansion at 6 o'clock and walk home along Linyi Road.
The total distance is less than four kilometers, which is just enough to strengthen the body in the evening.
Before walking, I went to my uncle's side to take a walk and see what they were doing.
When he arrived at a table of leftovers, he had a guest at noon.
I was invited to accompany my cousin, but I was not notified to participate.
My cousin's left arm has never been very flexible, and he seems to be out of his mind and dares to take on any job.
Accompanying foreign guests to dinner is such a pivotal event, he is unambiguous and does not blink his eyelids, which is really bold.
My aunt quickly heated up the leftovers, filled them with dissatisfaction, and my uncle poured me a glass of wine.
I said I didn't drink it, I didn't drink it, I picked it up, and tasted the apricot blossom village that the shepherd boy pointed out remotely.
The ordinary stall of Shanxi wine, authentic and fragrant.
I couldn't say anything, so I drank two more glasses, about three, two, three.
There was still a light rain outside, and my brother sent it to me.
When I arrived at the west end of the lake on Shandong Road, I asked him to stop and go back, and I wanted to take a walk on foot.
Then I walked along the running track of Yingzihe West Road and went straight to the Rainbow Bridge.
A little rain did not cause me much inconvenience, but there was a vague relief in this wandering wreckage.
I'm going to cross the Rainbow Bridge to the opposite side of the Yingzi River, and the brightly lit Poly Plaza attracts my slightly drunken gaze.
It has never been in, it does not affect its brilliance, its glory, and its pain.
The guy selling baba oranges along the river road, bending over to close the stall, probably saw few pedestrians on the drizzly and misty night road.
I yelled at him and asked what he was selling tonight, which scared him out.
Seeing that it was my once familiar and handsome face, I relaxed my tense muscles.
Walking along the familiar road of the square, I went straight to the outdoor dining table of Yuedong Dining Bar, which had been idle for half a year and had fallen into a thick layer of dust.
Sitting here every day, in a daze, seems to have become the new normal in recent times.
There were a few chairs that I had carefully wiped down a few days ago and were so clean that I pulled one over and sat down.
It's simply the rudeness of no one around, no one is afraid, it's just a passerby hiding here to avoid the rain.
At the same time, I forwarded my position and status to the mule commanders who could come out to sit with me through WeChat pictures.
If they don't come, I won't leave.
If they don't go, I can't go.
The words of the great man are used here, and this situation can be riveted and tenoned, and the allegorical scene is just right.
The light rain beat the canopy of the canvas and ticked and dripped, like prostatitis, frequent urination, urgency, and endless urination, and there was no intention of happy next one.
I was under the canvas canopy, boredly pressing the keyboard, expressing the indescribable depression in my heart.
Fifty meters to the north of Yuedong Restaurant, the street dance troupe, which regards dancing every night as an indispensable task in life, the cheerful music becomes sad in the light rain.
The voice was a lot hoarse, and from a distance, the stabbing and stabbing sound of the broken gong gradually took over.
Inexplicably sad.
When it rains, you have to dance, regardless of whether there is a cheering audience or not, this is the willpower that thinks you are strong.
Actually, they are more boring than me.
Jumping around and pretending to be crazy and stupid, who doesn't take the opportunity to watch it as a monkey show?
Sad husband, everyone is awake and drunk.