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Shou Qiu (published in the 20th edition of the People's Daily on October 23, 2019)

Source: Hubei Writers Network Published: 2019-10-31 Author: segment Jixiong

The old, sapling old locust tree at the door twisted slightly, and the leaves glowing with golden light turned somersaults slowly to the ground. On the hills and in the fields, large crops of crops seem to start to burn, warm red, purple, yellow and dazzling. These colors are mixed together to form a huge oil painting. In the blue gauze, the fruit was bent and stood for a summer stalk, and the peasants' shoulders were pressed to the ground, even dreams became heavy.

Harvesting begins with sesame seeds. When the dark green plants are turned into goose yellow by the sun sauce, the small house-like pods on the branches are also full. Of course, these sesame pods also changed color. They are scattered along the branches on both sides, solemn and majestic. There was a wind passing by the hills, and two rows of sesame pods owed their lives, angering Dantian, brewing a mighty trumpet.

The peasant's sturdy hands grabbed a few sesame stalks and gently mentioned that they were immediately pulled out of the soil. Although there was a stubble of soil in the roots, it was clear that the sesame pods full of thoughts prevailed and dragged the whole plant to the ground. Don't worry, let the soil with the moisture dry in the sun, the sunlight and the strong wind will take away the moisture, and then gently wipe with a hoe, the mud will immediately spread out . There are also premature sesame seeds in the sesame pods. They can't bear the loneliness. They opened their mouths before harvesting, revealing the full sesame seeds inside, clustered together, and discussed the hot sun, the rushing wind, and the 10,000 "houses" exactly like their own. The peasant bent down, sucked his mouth gently against the greasy sesame pods, and slid the sesame seeds into his mouth. The teeth are light and the scent is diffused. Squeaking, the sound of the gums crushing the sesame was hitting the peasant's eardrums along the cheeks, which became the drumstick of their good and bad autumn harvest. The oil spilled from the corners of the mouth and was dangling. When talking with passersby, bright chewing sounds and dazzling oil stains became their exposed capital. Everyone is a crop handle, and the doorway can be seen at a glance.

You have a good harvest!

OK, OK.

This season is the most proud moment of the year for the peasants. No one can be too proud of it.

In the autumn, the sesame piles on the hills were like soldiers, solemn and heroic. They looked down at the field and asked again and again when the geese departed. In the sun, the sound of sesame pods exploding sounded like a bang, and his grinning mouth dressed up the rich land somewhat playfully. The busy peasants straightened their waists and stared at them, seeing the happy smiley faces, their soreness and exhaustion drowned in the joy.

The corn field at the foot of the mountain couldn't hold back. A green jersey gradually faded away and replaced with golden yellow in line with the season. Probably they find it easy to hide, but the corn on the cob is full of their heart. The bright and bright corn kernels are exposed, and in the sun, all the golden light comes out of the fields, giving out an attractive color like pearl jade.

When the shadow of the moon was faint, there was a thin layer of dew on the corn leaves, and the leaves scooped up during the day were now more docile. There were fine footsteps walking over the moonlight, and the farmers were all silver, carrying a load or a basket on their shoulders and backs, and followed by an old cow or a few sleepy goats as usual.

Looking at the cornfield from afar, the film is so good that it can only be seen clearly before it is settled. The cattle and sheep are settled, and the farmers begin to scramble the corn. Those corn cobs stubbornly tilted their heads, the woman was carrying the basket through the corn forest, grabbed the middle of the corn cobs, and pushed down hard, "click" a crisp sound, awakening the entire field; The cob is completely detached from the mother. The bird perched on the corn stalk scared a tadpole, flapping its wings and quickly escaping. In the corn forest, there was a loud noise. Sleeping rabbits, voles and pheasants stood up, hitting the corn stalks from time to time, and there was a rush of noise, causing the cows and goats on the ground to choke, and raised their ears to discern the sound origin of. The peasants didn't bother to pay attention to these, and didn't stop. The woman threw her corn back to her head as if it had grown eyes, and it rolled into the back basket.

The sun finally jumped out. The corn stalks that were still upright in the field yesterday were all on the ground, lined up neatly. The corn cobs in the middle of the field were like hills, and there was a fine mist surrounding them. Women use the back basket and men use the burden to start moving these corns home. The creak of the creak and the creak of the creak of the back basket flowed in the morning owl, this is a pleasant tone in autumn.

In the corner of the yard, a few seeds of bitter gourd and loofah dropped in the spring, after a summer of growth, they are now flourishing. Fruits and fruits of different shapes may lie, hang, or work hard to face upwards. In the busy season, the farmers do not care about them, they do not dispute, they only develop silently. One day, when the peasants heated the pot, they remembered that they had not eaten the meal. They took two steps, picked a few loofahs with flowers and fried them, and found that the loofahs were full of autumn flavor at this time, in addition to the delicious, There is a unique strength.

The farm yard in the moonlight was full of corn, sesame, soybeans and pumpkins, and there was no place to go. The farmers simply sat on the corn piles, peeling off the golden shells, discussing the harvests of the villagers, and figuring out what to plant next year in the empty land. The children were arranged by an adult to help, but they couldn't sit still, and after peeling a few, they grabbed a handful of sesame and put it in their mouths. The village was immersed in the steaming noise.

Stab, stab. The sound of peeling corn husks continues to waft over the village, accompanied by this bright sound, the village is gestating a rich and brilliant dream.

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Shou Qiu (published in the 20th edition of the People's Daily on October 23, 2019)

2019-10-31 00-00-00

The old, sapling old locust tree at the door twisted slightly, and the leaves glowing with golden light turned somersaults slowly to the ground. On the hills and in the fields, large crops of crops seem to start to burn, warm red, purple, yellow and dazzling. These colors are mixed together to form a huge oil painting. In the blue gauze, the fruit was bent and stood for a summer stalk, and the peasants' shoulders were pressed to the ground, even dreams became heavy.

Harvesting begins with sesame seeds. When the dark green plants are turned into goose yellow by the sun sauce, the small house-like pods on the branches are also full. Of course, these sesame pods also changed color. They are scattered along the branches on both sides, solemn and majestic. There was a wind passing by the hills, and two rows of sesame pods owed their lives, angering Dantian, brewing a mighty trumpet.

The peasant's sturdy hands grabbed a few sesame stalks and gently mentioned that they were immediately pulled out of the soil. Although there was a stubble of soil in the roots, it was clear that the sesame pods full of thoughts prevailed and dragged the whole plant to the ground. Don't worry, let the soil with the moisture dry in the sun, the sunlight and the strong wind will take away the moisture, and then gently wipe with a hoe, the mud will immediately spread out . There are also premature sesame seeds in the sesame pods. They can't bear the loneliness. They opened their mouths before harvesting, revealing the full sesame seeds inside, clustered together, and discussed the hot sun, the rushing wind, and the thousands outside. 10,000 "houses" exactly like their own. The peasant bent down, sucked his mouth gently against the greasy sesame pods, and slid the sesame seeds into his mouth. The teeth are light and the scent is diffused. Squeaking, the sound of the gums crushing the sesame was hitting the peasant's eardrums along the cheeks, which became the drumstick of their good and bad autumn harvest. The oil spilled from the corners of the mouth and was dangling. When talking with passersby, bright chewing sounds and dazzling oil stains became their exposed capital. Everyone is a crop handle, and the doorway can be seen at a glance.

You have a good harvest!

OK, OK.

This season is the most proud moment of the year for the peasants. No one can be too proud of it.

In the autumn, the sesame piles on the hills were like soldiers, solemn and heroic. They looked down at the field and asked again and again when the geese departed. In the sun, the sound of sesame pods exploding sounded like a bang, and his grinning mouth dressed up the rich land somewhat playfully. The busy peasants straightened their waists and stared at them, seeing the happy smiley faces, their soreness and exhaustion drowned in the joy.

The corn field at the foot of the mountain couldn't hold back. A green jersey gradually faded away and replaced with golden yellow in line with the season. Probably they find it easy to hide, but the corn on the cob is full of their heart. The bright and bright corn kernels are exposed, and in the sun, all the golden light comes out of the fields, giving out an attractive color like pearl jade.

When the shadow of the moon was faint, there was a thin layer of dew on the corn leaves, and the leaves scooped up during the day were now more docile. There were fine footsteps walking over the moonlight, and the farmers were all silver, carrying a load or a basket on their shoulders and backs, and followed by an old cow or a few sleepy goats as usual.

Looking at the cornfield from afar, the film is so good that it can only be seen clearly before it is settled. The cattle and sheep are settled, and the farmers begin to scramble the corn. Those corn cobs stubbornly tilted their heads, the woman was carrying the basket through the corn forest, grabbed the middle of the corn cobs, and pushed down hard, "click" a crisp sound, awakening the entire field; The cob is completely detached from the mother. The bird perched on the corn stalk scared a tadpole, flapping its wings and quickly escaping. In the corn forest, there was a loud noise. Sleeping rabbits, voles and pheasants stood up, hitting the corn stalks from time to time, and there was a rush of noise, causing the cows and goats on the ground to choke. origin of. The peasants didn't bother to pay attention to these, and didn't stop. The woman threw her corn back to her head as if it had grown eyes, and it rolled into the back basket.

The sun finally jumped out. The corn stalks that were still upright in the field yesterday were all on the ground, lined up neatly. The corn cobs in the middle of the field were like hills, and there was a fine mist surrounding them. Women use the back basket and men use the burden to start moving these corns home. The creak of the creak and the creak of the creak of the back basket flowed in the morning owl, this is a pleasant tone in autumn.

In the corner of the yard, a few seeds of bitter gourd and loofah dropped in the spring, after a summer of growth, they are now flourishing. Fruits and fruits of different shapes may lie, hang, or work hard to face upwards. In the busy season, the farmers do not care about them, they do not dispute, they only develop silently. One day, when the peasants heated the pot, they remembered that they had not eaten the meal. They took two steps, picked a few loofahs with flowers, and fry them. Only then did they find that the loofahs were full of autumn flavor. There is a unique strength.

The farm yard in the moonlight was full of corn, sesame, soybeans and pumpkins, and there was no place to go. The farmers simply sat on the corn piles, peeling off the golden shells, discussing the harvests of the villagers, and figuring out what to plant next year in the empty land. The children were arranged by an adult to help, but they couldn't sit still, and after peeling a few, they grabbed a handful of sesame and put it in their mouths. The village was immersed in the steaming noise.

Stab, stab. The sound of peeling corn husks continues to waft over the village, accompanied by this bright sound, the village is gestating a rich and brilliant dream.

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