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The big buffalo walked leisurely on the paths in the village, eating the tender grass on the roadside, wagging its tail to drive away mosquitoes and flies.
Yunjing lay lazily on the back of the cow. He was a little sleepy, his eyes seemed to be closed and not closed, he was swaying, and he was in a dissociated state of half dreaming and half awake.
He looked like he was about to fall to the ground at any moment, which made people fearful, but he couldn't fall down as he swayed from side to side.
He is used to this situation, just like when he fell asleep in class in his previous life, he seemed to be listening carefully, but in fact he was out of his mind
It is said that old horses know their way, and the same goes for this cow. Yunjing did not drive it anywhere clearly, so it slowly ate the grass and headed towards the place where Yunjing usually grazes.
In the morning, the birds on the branches were chirping, and Yunjing didn't feel irritable. Instead, he felt that the birds were singing a lullaby to him.
It is bright in the east, the red sun is rising, and its path is bright.
The sun jumped out of the ground like a fireball, smearing the clouds on the horizon like fire.
The temperature in the summer morning was not high, and the wind blew across my cheeks, like a gentle hand caressing me.
Yunjing, who was half asleep and half awake, had a particularly peaceful mind, as if he was intoxicated in the morning breeze of summer.
Breeze, red sun, buffalo, shepherd boy, smoke, birds chirping, morning dew, thatched hut
Everything is so harmonious and natural.
An early bird fluttered its wings and landed on Yunjing's shoulder. It didn't seem to feel the terror and cruelty of a naughty child like Yunjing. It was combing its feathers on its own, as if Yunjing was just an ordinary stone. , an ordinary branch poses no threat to it.
Chirping¡
Another bird landed on Yunjing's shoulder, right next to the previous one. They showed off their beautiful feathers to each other, and then their two heads came together, cuddling up like humans and chirping happily. .
The sound of the two birds made the sleepy Yunjing open his eyes slightly. He tilted his head slightly and glanced at the two birds while he was lying down. He smiled silently and touched the two birds gently with his hands. He closed his eyes again.
¡°I¡¯m not a sparrow, I don¡¯t have to worry about my hands shaking in the future
The two birds were not scared away by him. Instead, when Yunjing stroked them, they rubbed their heads against Yunjing's fingers, as if to express affection to him.
This situation has happened frequently in the past two months, and Yunjing has become accustomed to it. These little animals don't seem to be afraid of him at all, but often take the initiative to get close to him.
Sometimes it¡¯s a bird, sometimes it¡¯s a squirrel, sometimes it¡¯s a butterfly¡
Of course, Yunjing has never harmed these small animals that are close to him.
At the beginning, small animals ran towards him. If he looked at them, the small animals would be scared away. But now, similar small animals are no longer afraid of him. Yunjing can even interact with these small animals when he is bored. For fun.
Yunjing couldn¡¯t understand why this was happening. According to his observation for a while, these little animals did not get close to other children in the village as they did to himself.
He couldn¡¯t figure out the reason, and he wasn¡¯t too entangled in it. Why should we be so serious about everything, right?
And being close to small animals can often give you some different fun when you are bored.
He thought that he liked all the beauty in the world, the feeling of water flowing through his fingers, the fragrance of flowers, the vitality of green leaves, the chirping of birds, the mistiness of white clouds, the selflessness of the earth, and the beauty of the red sun. blazing¡¡
Then, I like to be close to nature, so nature is also close to me?
Soon after, Yunjing rode Dahei to the stream. There was a large wasteland here. Because there were not many livestock in the village, the vegetation here grew lush, making it a good place for grazing cattle.
??The hair of the buffalo is not strong in the hot summer. Come here and wait until the buffalo is full. When it is very hot, you can go into the water to cool down, and you can also wash off the cow dung on your body
When he came here, Yunjing got off the back of the cow, turned to the two birds on his shoulders and said: "Go, go, I'm not your father, you can still stay with me all the time, I am I won¡¯t find bugs for you to eat.¡±
As he spoke, he gently pushed the two birds. The two birds nuzzled his fingers, then flapped their wings and flew away.
Dahei went to find grass to eat by himself. Yunjing came to a willow tree and sat on a stone with his back against the willow tree, breathing in the fresh morning air.
By now he was almost awake from his drowsiness.
When he was bored, he simply picked a willow leaf from the weeping willow on the side, put it to his lips, thought about it for a while, and exhaledExhaling, the willow leaves trembled and made a crisp sound.
The sound was not harsh at all, but beautiful and sweet.
Yunjing played a beautiful melody using only a willow leaf. This unique skill is not something most people can do, and countless children in the village are envious of it.
Playing with leaves is a small skill that Yunjing mastered in his previous life. Now it is not difficult to pick it up again. On the contrary, as his memory and quick thinking increase day by day, this small skill has reached a very advanced level and is no longer limited to special people. A leaf or even a piece of grass can be used as a musical instrument by him.
He was playing a beautiful tune with willow leaves in his mouth, and Yunjing was singing along with the rhythm in his heart.
"The flowers bloom in spring, the wind in autumn, and the setting sun in winter. In my melancholy youth, I once thought this ignorantly"
Yun Jing likes the song "Story of Time" very much. Now he plays it on willow leaves, and it seems to make this midsummer morning extra cheerful, because the tone is crisp and clear, and there is no hint of melancholy and regret in the tune. .
Playing the song over and over again, Yunjing felt particularly calm, as if he had blended into this world, so natural and harmonious.
As if attracted by the beautiful sound, birds flew from a distance and landed on the willow trees and on Yunjing's shoulders. They jumped up and down, showing off their beautiful feathers, but made no sound, not even the croaking frogs by the stream. Slowly getting weaker
The sound of the tune spread far and wide. When the busy villagers in the fields heard it, they subconsciously slowed down the movements of their hands, as if they were afraid of disturbing the beautiful sound.
They looked towards the direction of the sound and smiled knowingly.
It¡¯s the little grandson of the Yunlin family. He plays really well. I don¡¯t know where he learned this skill. He is also well-behaved and sensible. The old Yun family is so lucky
¡®Woo wow wow¡Woo wow wow¡¡¯
I don¡¯t know how long it took, but this peaceful and harmonious scene was broken by the cry of a child.
The frightened bird fluttered its wings and flew away. Yunjing stopped playing and looked in the direction of the source of the cry, and immediately smiled.
A four- or five-year-old boy with tears and runny nose led a cow to this barren slope and cried so sadly.
That guy was definitely beaten.
Watching the morning glory coming, Sanzhu Yunjing, a boy from the same village, made malicious speculations in his heart.
His family is also one of the few in the village that has cattle. It seems that the guy doesn't want to come to herd the cattle, but he has to. It's normal for him to be beaten.
Shaking his head, Yun Jingxin said, that guy doesn¡¯t like herding cows now. After another two years, the heavy farm work will gradually fall on his shoulders. Only then will he realize how happy and relaxing it is to herd cows.
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