Field (plural); Field; Domain; field
The autumn field is like a pregnant mother. Under the high sky, those growing crops have given themselves to the autumn wind, turning yellow, full and mature in minutes, and their bodies are undoubtedly revealed. The seedlings in the terraced fields are no longer as slender as before. Their hearts are throbbing, whispering to each other, telling the long-cherished secret in their hearts-the air is full of mature breath. The grain fragrance in the field drifted to the village along the winding loess road. The farmer waved a crescent sickle and cut off all the autumn themes. They leaned forward, held rice grains in their arms, and arranged bundles of joy; They bent down, followed the guidance of vines and brought back potatoes; They stood in the corn field with the attitude of corn, peeling orange hope. Sorghum, soybeans, sunflowers and pumpkins are all covered with the powder of sunlight and rain-these are natural gifts, as well as sweat and hard consideration. After the autumn harvest, the earth became weak and haggard after experiencing pain. There is a cold wind blowing over mountains, rivers and fields. Everything is calm again. This is the end of a grand banquet, leaving only the fields. A gray-haired rabbit, desperate, exposed its identity and whereabouts as soon as it appeared. Sparrows, pheasants, pheasants, turtledoves, crows, spirits between heaven and earth, full of fear, are crying in a sad tone from morning till night, and every song has desolate and stinging words.
Sparrows and gophers
Some animals, such as humans, don't stop in autumn. The sparrow's cry weaves a big net in Zhang Fengshou. You see, they are dressed in coarse clothes, in groups of three or five, and hip-hop is naughty and noisy. Sometimes, they are just a bunch of "bandits"-they are best at "robbing while the fish are in trouble". Don't talk about scarecrows in rags (called "scaring the old man" in the countryside). Even if you stand in the field and shout and throw bumps, they will turn a deaf ear-fly away with a bang and fall on the branches to scold you, laugh at you and wink at you; Then bang, he plunged into the ear of grain or the ear of grain, which was accurate, and then he ate it like a pig. Compared with the noisy sparrows in broad daylight, the way the gophers share a piece of cake is secret. At night, they stick their heads out of the hole, climb the tall corn stalks, break the shells of the corn stalks with their long teeth, and have a full meal first. Then take a bite of corn kernels, jump down and move back to your small bedroom. I don't know how many times I have repeated this. Every corn cob is a golden poem, and the grains are crystal clear. Gophers don't ask much, just a small pile, the size of two fists of a person. They have been chewing these meaningful lines all winter. Sometimes, these fools forget the location of the storage room and are at a loss. When we plough the fields next spring, we will see these little things buried in the ground and can't help smiling.
potato
I want to talk about potatoes alone. It comes from far away South America, and the villagers call it "yam egg", which is rustic in appearance and has no aristocratic lineage. It is not as tall and straight as sorghum corn, nor as modest and prudent as millet. It hides under the soil and competes with itself. It is white when it blooms, and the flower shape has no aesthetic feeling. Our villagers are very interesting. Instead of collecting potatoes, they say "planing potatoes", just like planing a lump of gold ingots. The old man's head was held high, accompanied by a dull noise, like a key that opened the mysterious door and a nest of potatoes was presented to the world. Those big potatoes stood up and gloated; And those little potatoes, hiding, are a little embarrassed. These potatoes have been crawling in the soil since childhood and shouldered the burden of life when they grow up. The fate of potatoes can be described as bumpy, and Adam Smith's treatise "The Wealth of Nations" has an incisive exposition on this. Tracing back to the history of potato cultivation, it was unpopular to wear shackles and handcuffs at first. Some people even think that potatoes look "like lepers' hands" and will spread leprosy to humans. What changed the fate of potatoes was an unprecedented famine. Potatoes are finally accepted by people. It is easy to plant and produce, which determines its compassion.
threshing floor
Autumn graduation thesis is spread on the threshing floor, which is the most lively place in autumn. If the land carries people's hopes for a year, then the yard is a solemn and sacred examination room. Farmers either pick or carry, or carry or carry, and pile the recovered crops in the yard. Now, millet, millet, sorghum and soybeans are piled around. These crops, from seeds to food, have finally fulfilled their mission. They lay weakly, lying down, panting. For farmers, this way of accumulation is simple, direct and full of beauty. The joy of harvest will continue into the next year. They tried their best to harvest, carry and thresh in the field until they returned to the warehouse, and did not dare to slack off. But sometimes, the loss of harvest is inevitable. Those droughts, cold rains, hail and strong winds are all barbaric invaders, rampaging and arrogant. In autumn, in the face of dead flowers and branches, under the laws of nature, you have no strength to sow any more.
rick
Haystacks are an objective existence in autumn. Its shape is round and full, full of elasticity, and it exudes the fragrance of hay. In Fugu area in northern Shaanxi, people often put the haystacks in saddle shape, with room for one or two people. People call it "Mi Saddle" figuratively. When the skyline was cut to open the canvas of the sunset, the sunset gave the earth one last look affectionately. These haystacks turn red and dark, and the color changes from warm to cold ... In the countryside, haystacks are also a warm and ambiguous place. Those men and women, those feelings and love, those dreams and longings, those uneasy feelings and inner impulses have risen and erupted here many times, ignited and released by the enthusiasm of autumn ... Then, with the glow and afterglow, they gradually dispersed and disappeared into the boundless darkness of the countryside.
autumn rain
An autumn rain fell in bits and pieces. It is introverted, deep, calm, not in a hurry, like an overwhelming curtain, which suddenly cuts off the clues of seasonal alternation. Autumn rain falls on the flowers, leaves and grass. These plants turned the raindrop into a crystal pearl, never hiding it, but holding it-they remembered the grace of the rain. The last trace of hot air on the earth was extinguished by the autumn rain, and the fallen leaves fell in the rain. On the hillside, a cluster of wild chrysanthemums bathed in autumn rain. The golden flower bones are dense, and some petals that bloomed earlier spread out in the rain. If it rains twice again, she will gradually open the umbrella house in the cold autumn, and Ao Shuang will blossom. Autumn rain is the wings of autumn and returns to the earth in a slow falling way. Under the wings of autumn rain, the vicissitudes of the earth returned to silence.
tree
Those trees are bathed in sunshine and rain from spring to summer and grow secretly. The autumn wind lurks behind the midsummer. Trees stand proudly in the wind. They know the secrets of wind, rain and lightning. In late autumn, they ushered in the chilly autumn wind, as if the leaves changed from green to yellow to red overnight. The loess plateau immediately ignited a raging fire, as if to ignite the silent plateau. Countless leaves fall and dance with the wind, which is a grand carnival between trees and the earth. This is a handover ceremony, completely natural law and language, no greetings, straightforward. Leaves come from the earth, and the ultimate destination is the earth. In the coming year, the tree will grow new buds, spread them out, then turn from green to yellow and then fall. This time next year, everything will be the same as before, as if nothing had happened.