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Chapter 62 Fallen leaves, nostalgia

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    The frost in November makes the leaves of the trees change from green to yellow in a sudden.  The same row of pear trees, here is already a sea of ??yellow.

    Like the chestnut tree, this sour pear tree is also a major feature of this village. It can even be said that this village is covered by three kinds of trees: poplar, chestnut tree, and sour pear tree.  But the first two kinds can bring harvest. When the poplar tree grows thick, someone will buy it. The chestnut tree can produce chestnuts every year, and then they can sell it.  Only this sour pear tree, the sour pears produced are sour and sour. Only when children are looking at chestnuts, they will roast and eat them. Of course, the main purpose of this activity is actually for fun, not for eating.  for eating.

    However, the sour pear tree also has its value, although its value is often ignored-its leaves.  In the season when the autumn wind blows, the leaves of the pear tree fall on the ground thickly, like a yellow carpet that is thought to be laid, and it is soft to step on.  However, it is natural and naturally uncarved.  In addition, because the color is God's masterpiece, it makes people want to engrave the color of each leaf in their minds but cannot fill it up.  Therefore, although it is ignored by the rural people who are busy with their work, its beauty does always make busy people stop occasionally.

    The ground is full of fallen leaves, yellow mixed with some gradual reddish yellows. Chen Yao walks on it, taking every step carefully.  If her mother hadn't asked her to circle the area, she would have been reluctant to take a step on it.  It was so beautiful that she almost forgot to breathe. She really had no way to keep this scene, but she had nothing but memory.  She tried her best to record every fallen leaf in the storage space of her head, and then moved forward carefully, and had to use a rake to rake some fallen leaves at the edge inward. This was a mark, which represented that the fallen leaves in this area had been taken  Occupied, others can no longer rake away the leaves inside.  In Qingxi Village, this has become a default agreement, and no one will break it.

    ? When Chen Yao had completed the big circle of her land, the sun had already risen from the east, and the blush of the rising sun mixed with the golden yellow of the fallen leaves was incomparably beautiful.  When she was walking back, there were fallen leaves from time to time, and the rustling sound from her feet was mixed with the fallen leaves hitting her face, hair, and shoulders, creating a picture of the tranquility of time.

    At the end of that beauty, my mother appeared in sight riding that old 28 bicycle with her rake.  Yang Yi took out a plastic bag from the small basket, which contained half a cake and some pickles.  Vegetables in this season are too expensive to afford at home.  The only green that can be seen is Chinese cabbage, and some pickles, cauliflower or celery that Yang Yi pickled before winter.  Yang Yi's dexterity, the pickles that were pickled at that time are just delicious at this time, the taste is just right, neither salty nor bland, just right to eat with rice.

    After being bumped along the way, the cake still had residual warmth, Chen Yao had to take advantage of the residual warmth to eat it quickly, otherwise she would have to eat it cold after a while.  In this weather where every breath can be full of breath, she doesn't want to have some cold rice to lower the temperature in her stomach.

    While Chen Yao was eating, her mother, Yang Yi, had already started to gather the fallen leaves into piles with a rake.  Chen Yao looked at the fallen leaves, which was basically enough for them to live for half a day.  She wolfed down the pancakes, picked up another rake, and started working skillfully on the other side of her mother.

    The biggest characteristic of manual labor is repetition. Now Chen Yao keeps repeating the action of gathering the fallen leaves beside her body to her feet. She puts the rake far away, and then rakes back more fallen leaves. Because the dew is still heavy, even some  The leaves are covered with this sand, which makes the originally light pear tree leaves a little heavier.  They kept repeating, repeating.  From sunrise to three shots, their bodies were soaked with sweat from labor, and their underwear was already soaked.  Then, on the land that was originally covered with fallen leaves, small bulges were erected one after another.

    "Fourth, you stay here and watch, I'm going home to hit the donkey cart."

    The noon sun just casts a shadow in the south, and under the sun, the figures of the mother and daughter holding a rake are projected thin and long.  They had already cleaned up the fallen leaves on the land circled in the morning, except for a few sporadic leaves that had just fallen from the trees and those that had leaked through the rake.  Chen Yao has also stopped, her physical strength can no longer support her to continue such labor.  At this moment, she is quietly enjoying the afternoon sun shining on every corner of her body, on this familiar and soft land, watching the yellow and green leaves still swirl and fall, she  I am very happy.  The moment she saw her own shadow on the ground, she stopped, and began to play with her hands to transform into eagles, bunnies, and orchid fingers in the sun.  Especially the orchid finger reminded her of the merciful and compassionate Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva. If there really are gods in the world, then the gods should be looking at her too.  if it is trueTherefore, she really seemed to let the gods listen to her long-cherished wish.

    "Drive, drive, drive." Yang Yi's familiar driving voice made her stop her romantic imagination, but when she looked at her mother like that, she still expressed her long-cherished wish from the bottom of her heart, whether God was listening or not.

    "I only hope that I will grow up soon when I was young, and one day I will be able to see your warm smiling face."

    She hasn't seen her mother's warm smiling face for too long. There is an endless backlog of labor throughout the year. When will they be freed from this endless labor?  Is life just such a repetitive mechanical labor?  No, she thought of those beautiful poems in the textbook.

    "Last night, the westerly wind withered the green trees, and I went up to the tall building alone, looking at the end of the world."

    "The belt gets wider and wider, but I don't regret it, and I am haggard because of Yixiao."

    "I looked for him thousands of times in the crowd, and suddenly I looked back, but the man was in a dimly lit place."

    Life should be like poetry.  Yes, she firmly believes that life will be like poetry, but she may need time to find it, just as she needs time to grow up.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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