Autumn is a season of maturity, harvest and enrichment, and it is also a season of indifference, tranquility and lovesickness. Everything in nature, after experiencing the vitality of spring and the prosperity of summer, is no longer proud of being praised, no longer takes pleasure in being loved, silently dedicates itself, silently enriches itself, silently accepts human worries, silently turns to the earth, and is ready to accept the baptism of winter. Autumn in the south is not a bleak endorsement, but a green package at a glance. All the flowers are in full bloom like fire and painting. It is not so much the season of falling leaves as the time when flowers bloom. Autumn in the south belongs to Jing Shu, which is quiet and peaceful. It comes almost without any warning, for fear of disturbing anyone's dream. It quietly appeared in the branches between trees, under the eaves of windows, hiding, like a rude child entering the world, shyly avoiding people's eyes.
In mid-October in Huang Ze, the lifelong amorous feelings of rice spread out a picture of autumn harvest and winter storage in the endless stream of time. Photo courtesy of Ann Gu Ren
Stay at home for a few days, go to the fields almost every day, see the rural scenery of my hometown, and smell the earthy rice and flowers. At this time, the scenery in southern Hunan is in the season of the autumn equinox to the beginning of winter. After the frequent urging of the cold dew, the bright color of the earth gradually changed from green to yellow. Whether it is rice growing on the surface or towering trees, it is the same. They always follow the law of the four seasons cycle and actively prepare to change into yellow autumn clothes. Huang Yun is the color of autumn and the amorous feelings of rice. From the reflection of water mirror in July, the application of egrets' makeup, to the yellowish and thin makeup in September and autumn equinox, and even to the fluttering of Huang Ze in mid-October, the life style of rice has spread a picture of autumn harvest and winter storage in the endless stream of time. Whether it is realistic pastoral scenery or abstract impressionist painting.
My parents planted several acres of rice in the contracted land twice a year. At first, my brothers and sisters were firmly opposed to planting rice when our parents were old and weak. On the one hand, growing rice is a heavy manual work, and my parents are in their seventies and eighties. My mother has been too ill to do manual work in recent years. On the other hand, we can support our parents, who don't have to work hard for a living at all. In addition, growing rice is a thankless "loss-making business", and there is really no need to do such a job. Every time I go home, I tell my parents this question. Every time my father says, "OK! All right! All right! There is no food to eat. " But as soon as we left our hometown and returned to work, they still planted rice. The reason is that a few years ago, when we went home for a reunion during the Spring Festival, we raised this question again. My father told the truth. He said, "If you don't grow rice and do some farm work, it will be very uncomfortable." I said, "At your age, you are still engaged in such heavy farm work. What do outsiders think of us? " As the saying goes, it's time for you to have a rest, because you have worked hard to raise several sons. "In order not to let his parents do farm work such as planting rice, my brother offered to take his parents to Fuzhou to live together. Mother didn't agree. She said that she was not used to living in Fuzhou with her brother, and there was nothing like her hometown. Eldest brother tried to take his parents to Chenzhou to live with them. Chenzhou is very close to his hometown, only a few tens of kilometers away, but after a few days, his mother clamored to go back to his hometown. Parents think that the rice they grow is not for sale, but for themselves, which is safer to eat. We can't persuade our parents not to grow rice. I can only find ways to reduce my father's labor intensity in growing rice. We made an agreement with our parents that we would hire people to plow the fields, transplant rice seedlings and harvest rice. We will bear all the expenses of growing rice, and our parents agreed to our request. In this way, my father's labor intensity of growing rice is much reduced.
Autumn is the season when rice ripens. Rice appreciates autumn instead of falling in love with it. In the pleasant season of autumn, it is striding towards maturity with great enthusiasm. The fields are all golden; The leaves on the tree, constantly changing colors, gradually become crimson, pink, reddish, golden, light yellow, orange ... showing rich and colorful. Since early autumn, rice has been heading, heading and flowering. The rice flowers are dense and layered, without any bright colors, showing truth, simplicity, restraint, freshness and hope. In October, the sky is high and the clouds are light. Full and heavy ears of rice drooped their heads and bent down with laughter. Under the gentle autumn wind, slowly changing its own color, the green sea gradually turned into a golden sea, which blended with the brilliant sunshine and painted a charming picture for the earth.
I stood on the ridge and looked at this endless paddy field carefully. The wind blows the rice waves and rolls like golden waves. Photo courtesy of Ann Gu Ren
I stood on the ridge and looked at this endless paddy field carefully. The wind blows the rice waves and rolls like golden waves. Spring ploughing and summer rearing, the rice fields are full of joy, and farmers take out shiny sickles and look forward to an early harvest of rice.
When the weather is fine, my father often walks around the rice fields. He looked at the rice fields with a promising harvest rolling with the wind and waves, and the smell of rice and flowers was refreshing and joyful. Back in the village, I met other villagers and said with a smile, "There is a bumper harvest in rice fields this year." The joy is beyond words. Farmers are easy to satisfy, and the joy of harvest is the best reward for them.
For several days, my father found that I like to wander around the rice fields he planted. He also came over and said to me happily, "This year's late rice is growing well, with long stems and big ears. If there is no accident, this year will definitely be a bumper year. " Rice is afraid of cold dew and frost all night, and it is also afraid of cold dew and wind. It will be harvested in ten days. "In recent years, the unit let me in charge of the work of agriculture, rural areas and farmers. In addition, I was born in the countryside, and I seem to have special feelings for the countryside, farmers and agriculture. I understand my father's joy at his hard work and the upcoming harvest, and why my parents don't want to leave their hometown.
Early that morning, I went to the rice field with my father. At this time, a large group of sparrows came. They must have come to steal rice. Sparrows and birds chirped excitedly, sometimes landed on rice seedlings and took away a pile of rice, and sometimes strolled leisurely in the open fields. I screamed "Oh, Woo" and started to let the birds fly around. After a short pause, they came and took a pile of rice. Father said, "Let them eat, they can't eat much." My father's generosity surprised me. Rice, sparrows and farmers seem to be a small biological chain. Farmers grow rice, sparrows eat pests, protect rice and steal rice, and rice feeds human beings. Rice is bare, green and golden, which is the track followed by all life, including human beings.
Autumn harvest, the village, the fields, are filled with a happy atmosphere. Photo courtesy of Ann Gu Ren
Autumn rice waves roll. In fact, the mission of rice is not to pretend to be nature during its growth, but to nourish its health and life. This transformation between death and rebirth has been indispensable for thousands of years. Because of this, rice is called rice and has been called rice for thousands of years. Rice laid the foundation for human standing with its own fall. Rice is separated from flesh and blood and divided into rice stubble, straw and rice. Rice is transformed into a substance called rice, and air generally nourishes human beings and their long history. After my years of hunger, no matter which striped road I stand on, a grain of rice in my palm can warm me. In my mind, a grain of rice is the shade that rice gives to human beings and the warm luster that nourishes human body and mind.
For decades, I haven't been near the rice fields for so long, except for working in the rice fields of the production team as a child to earn work points for my family. In the paddy field, the full ears of rice are full of mature joy, bending over, hunching their backs and lowering their heads. Seems to be a modest model of successful people. The autumn wind blows my cheeks and ears of rice. The rice that is carried on the shoulder and rubbed on the back is swaying, like the green waves rolling in the sea, ups and downs and advances at different levels, making the green life roll between heaven and earth, rolling in my heart, brewing sweet and happy pulp and bringing us sincere enjoyment. The slight rustle of rice friction is like the sound of nature, with mature breath and the hope of harvest. This seems to be a magical canvas-nature, carefully using lines with different thicknesses and colorful pigments to outline one colorful picture after another, which makes people feel relaxed and happy.
Autumn in the south and autumn in my hometown are all charming autumn. A faint golden fragrance was harvested under the lush green leaves. Surrounded by green leaves and flowers, osmanthus trees are bathed in fragrance and show a happy smile in the fruit. Autumn harvest, the village, the fields, are filled with a happy atmosphere. Rural revitalization and China Farmers' Harvest Festival have brought hope to the fields and rural areas. Hard-working, unpretentious parents and villagers, who are not afraid of cold and heat, wind and rain, comfort and enjoyment, have been warning me and urging me.