Walking on a country road

when I was very young, I liked to pick vegetables in the vegetable field alone with a basket. The way from home to the vegetable field was very interesting. Several places where we grow vegetables are not far from our doorstep. Walk a long ridge of fields and cross a canal covered with a slate. Our family used to keep dogs all the year round, but in those years we kept a grayish-yellow local dog. Every time I went out, it would follow me. When I ran, it also ran, and I could never outrun it. Red moss has not yet bloomed in February, cabbage moss is about to grow, green garlic is green and tender, spring breeze blows from the other side of the mountain overnight, walking on the ridge of the field almost want to fly. If you squat down and take a closer look, you will find that the fluffy rat koji grass has begun to glow with silver. The flowers of purple flowers are always so inconspicuous, while the yellow flowers of Croucher grass are so numerous that people do not regret it. The gray winter is long gone, but the gray-black rice stubble in the rice field has not completely rotted, and the grass is shallow and thick. The ducks raised in the village belong to a flock of ducks here and there, and the whole rice field belongs to them before spring ploughing begins. In the past, there were people who raised cattle, and the big buffalo always bowed their heads and grazed quietly. The sparrows on the telephone poles seem to be celebrating the end of the cold, singing and jumping down without rest every day.

by the time the green beans are on the shelves, spring is almost over. At this time in the vegetable field, there are zucchini, amaranth, long beans with white and light purple flowers, hollow vegetables look delicate and delicate, and cucumbers will not be eaten for some time. When it always rains, the ridges of the fields are slippery, wear rain shoes and walk slowly. The seedlings in the field are half knee high, the branches and leaves are scattered and grow stout. Frogs do not stop quacking during the day, and egrets can be seen leisurely pacing in the fields from afar. When I come near, they spread their wings and fly far away. When the weather is fine, the little tadpoles and Loach in the field all swim out. Tadpoles are easy to catch, and the plastic bottles you take with you can be filled in a few times. But what I prefer is the little Loach, but it takes a lot of effort and is careful to get one. When I was playful on the ridge of the field, if my mother saw me, I would inevitably get a scolding. She stood at the door and shouted loudly, "are you looking for a soul?" Hurry up and pick the food back to the house! "

in fact, I sometimes have Slack Off that I don't want to help pick vegetables. When the farm is busy, the sun basks me in the sun, especially at noon. I remember that one noon, there were no chili peppers at home, and the vegetable field for growing chili peppers was in a corner under Liangtang Dam. It's not far. You can see it standing on your doorstep. But what is the use of Slack Off? I still have to pick chili peppers. I reluctantly went out the door with a vegetable basket. Everyone finished their work and went home to cook and rest. There was no one in the field. The ridges of the fields turned white in the sun, and so did the newly planted seedlings. Far away, the sun-dried rice stalks were burnt, and the white smoke was blown by the wind to give off a good smell. The clouds in the sky look lazy, the cicada cries feebly, and only the silver myrtle blossoms whiter than the sun. I didn't even wear a straw hat. I walked quickly on the ridge of the field, one horizontal and one vertical. I walked across a section of slate bridge and came to the vegetable field. It was a slender ridge with small shrubs and weeds on the outside. I needed to walk very carefully. But I walked in a hurry, and suddenly one foot seemed to have stepped on a soft thing. I thought it was the field mud that was about to dry. After walking a few steps forward and looking back, I found that it was a snake coiled in Rest, looking very stout. Although I have been used to seeing snakes since I was a child, I was so scared that my heart was throbbing. Quickly ran away and jumped forward to his own vegetable field, picked enough chili peppers and made a detour. When I got home, I told my lord that I had just stepped on a big snake there! Adults do not believe: "in vernacular!" In this big sun, snakes are also afraid of the sun! "

I like to walk on the ridges of the fields in autumn, especially when the late rice is golden. I have the joy of a bumper harvest in my heart. I believe there is no one in the world who does not love the drooping full ears of rice. When the chestnut was ripe on the mountain, I went to the forest to pick it up early in the morning. The mountain road was covered with dogtail grass, pinched one after another, and weaved a grass ring to wear it on my head. There are thousands of miles of light growing near the toilet, and they will blossom until December. The acorn is still cyan, not too hard, fold a small section of thatched tube, gently insert it, play around like a top on the cement floor, twist it and turn it around, and then slowly stop and get a sigh from the child. Alas, stop. Soon the rice fields were empty, and for many days in a row, the ridges of the fields became hard and easy to run. The sky is blue and high, and there are kites circling. They want to swoop down and eat the chicken in the village. On many foggy mornings, the trouser legs were swept by the dew on the grass and went to the field to pull up the radish, the tender white radish, carried along with the soil, and washed in the pond at the door.

only when it snows, I go to the mountains with my friends in the village. Ah, it's snowing! How far away it is. One year it snowed heavily, and everyone went to Wangtang to play together. The snow on the road was so thick that we all wore overshoes, one by one, with one foot shallow. The older child shook the tree by the side of the road hard, and then immediately dodged, and the snow rustled down on the child behind him. In retrospect, it was really fun. But there were not many years of heavy snow like that, and soon everyone grew up. In the year of the ice disaster, I was already in college. The snow was bigger than before, and there was a lot of ice, but no one came out to play. I went to Wangtang alone and beat the ice on the chestnut tree with a bamboo pole. The countryside in winter, especially in a small village like ours, always looks very depressed, and the whistling sound of the cold wind drowns everything. The only lovely thing is that on a fine frosty morning, the land is so frozen that it will make a crisp sound if you step on it. The water in the field is covered with a thin layer of ice, glittering and translucent.

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when I am at home, whenever I am at home, I often like to go for a walk on the ridges of the fields and on the mountain paths. I will often think of and miss the things I spent in the "nature" when I was young.Some good times. It is probably because of this that the embarrassment and uneasiness of childhood caused by poverty have been eliminated. If you can, I still want to walk happily on the familiar mountain roads and ridges every day.