Liu Qingshan looked at his cedar forest and tea woodland, and couldn't help but feel a little proud.

Although life in the mountains is not as convenient as the city and not as glamorous as the city, it is wonderful to feel that this land is my home, that land is my home, and that land is my home.

This may not be as good as the building of the uncle of Guangzhou, but for a native of the mountains like Liu Qingshan, it is a very beautiful thing to have mountain land that can be used to grow crops.

At the end of this flat tea woodland is a small flying stream. In the rainy season when there is plenty of water, this small flystream can also be called a small waterfall. The waterfall is flanked by stone walls, and the area of the stone wall is not large, three or four meters away from the waterfall, there is a steep mud slope covered with thorns and shrubs.

Now, Liu Qingshan can either climb directly from this muddy slope overgrown with thorns and shrubs, or take a long detour to reach the top of the muddy slope.

To save time, of course, climb straight up the mud slope!

With the strength of the shrubs and vines, Liu Qingshan climbed the mud slope and soon reached the end of the mud slope - a wider cedar forest.

Needless to say, it can be imagined that this cedar forest is still Liu Qingshan's family. (Covering face)

In addition, there are many hemp bamboos planted on the lower edge of the cedar forest. These hemp bamboos are also Liu Qingshan's family. (Cover your face again)

In fact, whether it is a cedar forest or a hemp bamboo, these are not the main ones.

There is only one reason why Liu Qingshan wants to come here.

That is, at the lower edge of this cedar forest, there is a mountain road about four or five hundred meters long, winding, but extremely flat and wide.

This mountain road seems to have existed since Liu Qingshan remembered. It runs from the left end of the cedar grove to the right end of the cedar grove.

On the top side of the trail is a tall and straight forest of cedars, and on the bottom of the trail are rows of hemp bamboos.

The mountain road separates the cedar forest and the hemp bamboo, and the view from the road creates a sense of the beauty of the natural winding path.

I remember that every time I entered the mountain when I was a child, Liu Qingshan loved to sit in the middle of this mountain road, listening to the streams on both sides of the cedar forest rushing and rushing, and then converging into a stream in the tea forest at the foot of the mountain.

Or listen to the chirping of birds in the cedar forest, or watch the hemp bamboo in front of you swaying gracefully in the wind.

Sunshine seems to love this mountain path too, and has tried her best to kiss this curved and flat mountain path by pouring out a ray of sunlight from the cedar forest.

Unfortunately, its calculation fell through.

What it kissed was nothing more than the thick fallen leaves of hemp bamboo and cedar trees in the mountain path.

Because the cedar forest is too dense, only a few dwarf sandalwood trees grow around the roots of the cedar trees. In this way, although there is not much sunlight pouring down from the sky, the forest is not very dark.

With the right luminosity, the right mountain road, the right wind, and then appearing here with the right mood, Liu Qingshan felt like he was back when he was a child in a trance.

He seemed to see his young self, carrying a backpack made of snakeskin bags and a small hoe in his hand, sitting on the ground, crying, and a broken yam at his feet.

Hey, I can't remember how old I was.

I only remember that time, my grandfather took him into the mountain to dig medicine, but he saw a yam in this cedar forest, the seedlings were quite thick, and I was afraid that the rhizome was also big, so he thought about the yam and chicken, and his mouth was greedy, so he took advantage of the time when his grandfather went to peel the alder, and dug up the yam with anticipation.

The yam was so big that it took his little hoe to dig out a big yam for a long time.

The yam was dug up, but the grandfather was gone.

At that time, he was young, although he remembered the way home, but he was not very bold, and he fell alone in this quiet forest, and all kinds of birds and beasts were heard all around, so frightened that he sat down in the mountain road, and the yam also broke, and then he began to cry.

didn't cry for a while, grandpa came: "Oh, you little fool, I'm not here, where did you just run, I have been looking for you for so long." ”

Hearing his grandfather's voice, Liu Qingshan opened his teary eyes, looked at his grandfather, pointed to the yam that was broken in two on the ground, and was so sad that he couldn't say a word.

I really don't know if he cried because he couldn't see his grandfather, or because the yam broke.

Seeing this, Grandpa picked up his small hoe and yam, put them in his backpack, and then hugged him lightly with both hands, and hugged him all over: "Okay, don't cry, go home Grandpa will give you a chicken to eat, okay?"

"Uh-huh. As soon as he heard that there was chicken to eat, he really didn't cry.

Perhaps, it was when I was four years old. I wasn't in school at the time, and it was probably when I was five years old.

I can't remember the specifics, but I remember very clearly that after returning home, my grandfather really killed a chicken, scraped the two yams he dug up, and put them in the pot with the chicken to make soup.

The golden chicken soup soaked in white yams, like a snow-white girl draped in a thin golden silkworm veil, looks particularly attractive, and tastes endlessly delicious.

Thinking of this, Liu Qingshan really felt a little hungry.

Mountain road, grandpa, chicken soup.

He smiled, glanced at the beautiful mountain road, and raised his steps from one end to the other.

There are so many memories in this mountain trail. So much so that every step I take, I can remember a lot of things when I was a child.

However, he didn't go into the mountains to reminisce about the past. Once I found enough water pipes, I hurried home.

Along the way, I browsed the plants on both sides of the mountain road, and I really found a lot of yam vines. It's a pity that I don't have a guy in my hand now, otherwise, if I dig two yams and go home to make soup, it will be cool and crooked.

When I returned home, I heard that my son had gone to the cedar forest in Longpowa, and my mother couldn't help but be a little angry: "You said that your ass is okay and complete, so you went to the mountains, what are you doing in the mountains? There are female monsters waiting for you in the mountains." ”

"Mom, why are you talking so ugly. Liu Qingshan pointed to a pile of pipes at the gate of the courtyard and said, "Look, if I don't go to Long Powa, how can I find so many long water pipes? ”

The so-called Long Po Wa is a flat and curved mountain road.

The location of the cedar forest is called Longpowa, and the location of the tea grove a little further down is called Taro Pond. Don't look at the people in the mountains who have no culture and don't know much about writing, but they still give the right names to every suitable place in the mountains.

Wu Cuimei looked at the water pipes at the gate of the courtyard, and a smile appeared on her face: "Hmph, you have done a good deed, with these water pipes, in the future, our family will no longer have to carry water with buckets, and we can directly use water pipes to drench vegetables." ”

"Mom, you wait, when I have money, I'll buy you better pipes. ”

The son's words made Wu Cuimei smile even more: "That's okay, I'll wait." ”

In the afternoon, the family fenced together.

This fence is not a technical job, as long as you have a brain and are not stupid, you can get it.

But Liu Yuanhe, an old fellow, saw a few women from other villages coming out of the mountains carrying firewood, talking and laughing, and the old mistake was committed again.

Originally, he should have inserted the bamboo chips in his hand into the ground, but as soon as he saw those women, his eyes straightened, and he stopped working, and the strength of holding the bamboo chips in his hands was loosened.

Just as his son was nearby, bending down to pick up a new piece of bamboo, ready to hand it to him.

But who knows, at the moment when his stupid son bent over, the bamboo piece in Liu Yuanhe's hand collapsed violently, and flicked from the bottom to the top, just between Liu Qingshan's legs.

"Ahh

This scream made everyone dumbfounded.

Liu Yuanhe came back to his senses, Wu Cuimei also straightened her neck from the other end of the fence, and several women carrying firewood also stopped and looked at it from a distance.

Liu Qingshan fell to the ground with a painful face, holding the chrysanthemum that had just improved a little, but had suffered a tragic disaster, and tears flowed vigorously.