The earliest story 13

Rainy days

Somehow, after the age of fifty, people feel that what happens or experiences in adulthood does not have much meaning, and it is better to have fun and visit the beautiful scenery in their minds. When it comes to what happened as a child, they all vividly remember, just like yesterday.

"Heavy rain, Beijing called, let me go to the soldiers, I have not grown up yet!" This is the song of our childhood when the summer rainstorm came, we roared to the sky in the rain, and also expressed the joy of the rain. When it rains, the adults who work hard every day can finally rest at home without going to work. But we refused to rest, the more it rained, the more my cousins and I went out, Huo Huo water played, the rain was like a water rat, especially in the summer, after the heat, it rained heavily, dark clouds rolled in, and the rainstorm poured down, that is called a pain. And when the rain is very big and urgent, the yard is soon filled with water, the drainage ditch under the house, then it plays a role, like a small river ditch, rapidly draining water, grandma's yard is sand, our little feet step on it to leave only small footprints, not sticky mud. We waded through the water, let the water wash the little feet, muddy the water, this yard ho ho finished, and then another yard ho ho, there are four yards. I often hear adults say that fish can fly on rainy days, and there is a family that opens the gate when it rains and finds that the yard is full of fish swimming around, and the family catches fish in the yard. We have not encountered such a good thing. Later, we gradually grew older, stopped in the yard when it rained, and went outside again, in short, there was no idle time all day. That is, we went out and did not have umbrellas, but wore raincoats and brought fish baskets. In the ponds or canals in the fields around the village, when the weather is sweltering in the summer, the water in the ponds or canals makes the sun hot, and when it rains, the fish and shrimp in the water are like people breathless, they all swim to the shore, like people stretching their necks to swim around in the water, cousins go into the water to catch fish and shrimp, I take the fish basket on the shore to pick fish, they touch it, they throw it on the shore. In the summer, it rains continuously, and it is a month at a time, and the fields are full of water worlds. Xi Ge is the oldest, is our leader, we do this today, tomorrow to do that, the arrangement is well organized, he seems to know everything, where to fish, where to catch shrimp. We are a plain there, a heavy rain, the water in the ditch is full, the water is also flowing, the fish are also the most active at this time, there are fish everywhere, in the narrowest part of the ditch and canal, we all go into the water, just like a wall in the water, intercept the water, make a hole in the side, put a sieve, the fish follow the water, watch it flow into the sieve. When there were too many fish, we refused to give up at night and built a bunk on the side. Use bamboo poles brought from home as a skeleton, climb up trees like monkeys, and cut down many branches to cover the rain, or go to the nearby reeds and cut many reeds to cover the rain. In the evening or at night, there is only the sound of heavenly noise, and it is time to catch the fish, all the good fish, monkey heads, ears of wheat and crucian carp. The five of us were divided into two groups, and I was always in a group of three. Our shop is often built next to the reed field or the green yarn tent, and when the rain is heavy, the small ground is non-stop, the green yarn tent or the reed bushes constantly hear the sound of rushing or rustling, and occasionally there are such as crying like a whisper, the inky night, because I am with my cousins, I have never been afraid, the fish I caught grandma gave us a small fish, we ate sweetly.

It is not all a good thing to rain for a long time without sunny days, and it is also a few joys and a few sorrows for the people in the village, because some people do not prepare enough dry firewood, they cannot make meals without dry firewood, there is no work to dry on rainy days, and the three meals a day have become two meals, or even one meal a day. Grandma's house has several stacks of firewood, and even the stacks of firewood from last year and the previous year still have them. Because my grandmother's family was industrious and had a lot to share and collect, the firewood was stacked, and a thick layer of reed leaves was pressed on top, and the top was covered with a layer of mud, and it was okay how much rain it rained. There are housewives with neighbors and neighbors, looking for grandma with sad faces, who have not made a fire for two days, and want to hold firewood and make a meal to eat. Later, when I was fine, I often recalled that I wanted to live happily in my hometown at the same time, I still wanted someone at home, no one, and how difficult life was at that time. Someone just wants to have someone to shelter the wind and rain from the family. Grandma's favorite hemp pole for lighting a fire is the wild hemp that my cousins pull when it is still raining in autumn, and there is a riddle in it, and I only remember the next two sentences, "... Sell my skin as money, and burn the remaining bones as firewood." It is said that the hemp, raw hemp put into the water for a period of time, the skin and the rod are separated, the skin can be rubbed into a rope, the remaining hemp rod, light and easy to burn, ignition is the easiest to burn. When we catch fish, we sometimes meet people in the village who catch fish, and there is a nickname called Thief Bold, and it is also surprising to see us catch so many fish. But the place where he went was far away, and Xi Ge knew where it was, that is, at the junction of the three townships, the intersection was particularly desolate, and few people walked during the day. He always told us that there were many ghosts in the evening, and groups of people were going to pass by there, and from a distance they would call his name and let him avoid them so that they could pass. I was very scared when I listened.

Later, when I arrived in Jiangnan, I did not expect that the rain could still fall like this, as fine as gossamer, like smoke like fog, it was really "light rain". "The oblique wind and drizzle do not have to return", in the smoke and rain, I have seen the Jiangnan beauties who "are like the moon on the edge of the moon, and the wrists are frozen in frost and snow", and they have also heard their soft whispers, and have appreciated "If you go to Jiangnan to catch the spring, catch up with the spring and live with the spring." The meaning of ". Spring in Gangnam is so beautiful and too short. In the future, there is no way to see the beautiful scenery of Jiangnan in the hot and unbearable days. After staying for a long time, I regretted that at the same time, I finally found that I could see the beautiful scenery of Gangnam, that is, on a rainy day. Although Jiangnan is full of beautiful scenery, in addition to scenic spots, such beautiful scenery is in strange places, dangerous places, and desperate situations. In addition to the humid, sweltering, and poisonous sun, there are mosquitoes, bugs and snakes, and they also like the scenery, only on rainy days, the weather is not only cool, but also mosquitoes, bugs and snakes do not come out. Days like these are the best time to enjoy the view. I braved the slight drizzle alone, slowly walking through the grassy fields or the breezy bamboo forest. Sometimes, I think of my childhood friends.