It's just that after spending a long time with my son during this time, I suddenly couldn't bear it. If I could, I would like my son to stay at home all the time.

However, she also knows very well that children, when they grow up, they always have to fly by themselves. If young people don't take advantage of the good time now to go outside and work hard, how can they live a good life in the future?

Liu Qingshan raised his eyes to look at his mother, who was a little lost, nodded, and said in a deep voice: "Well, yes, I'm going to work outside, Mom, don't always quarrel with my dad at home." ”

Liu Yuanhe, who had just cut the green onions and came in, heard his son say that he was going to go far away, and his heart suddenly became uncomfortable.

Although the father and son quarrel every day at home, no matter what, the father and son are father and son, and no matter how much they quarrel, they are also father and son.

This son suddenly said that he was going to work in other places, and it was impossible for him, a father, not to have the slightest emotional change.

He froze in place and asked strangely, "When are you leaving?"

Wu Cuimei also frowned, and said worriedly: "Qingshan, no matter what work you do, it would be best if you could be closer to home." ”

Hearing this, Liu Yuanhe hurriedly followed and said: "Yes, if you are closer to home, you can come back when you want to come back, miss your mother, miss the oil tea at home, you can come back, you see that you have bought a car now, it is very convenient, if it is close to home, it is best to drive home for an hour." ”

Seeing that the expressions of his parents were a little sad, and his words were full of reluctance, Liu Qingshan's goal was achieved.

He suddenly laughed: "Haha, Dad, Mom, I'm teasing you, I don't go to work, I won't go to work in other places in the future, just work in our village." ”

The reason why he just said that he was going to work was actually to see his parents' reaction.

I didn't expect the two of them to be quite reluctant to do so. Ha ha!

"Don't go to work?" The sadness on Wu Cuimei's face was swept away, replaced by puzzlement, "Qingshan, don't go to work, what are you doing at home?"

"Do whatever you want to make money. Liu Qingshan said, "With such a big mountain forest and so many mountains, there are a lot of things that can make money." ”

"But, everyone else went to work. Wu Cuimei said worriedly, "Young people should go outside and break in, if you nest in this mountain like this, what can you do in the future." ”

Liu Qingshan was speechless: "Mom, who said that if you nest in the mountains, you won't be able to make a living." When I came home last year, I didn't have much money, but after a few months of hard work, I ended up buying a car. It has been proven that as long as you are willing to work hard, you can make money at home. ”

That's right, but Wu Cuimei still thinks that young people should go to big cities to work hard.

After all, there are more girls in big cities, and the chances of finding a partner are higher.

She spoke her mind.

This thought made Liu Qingshan disagree: "Mom, don't think nonsense." As long as you have the ability, you can find a wife no matter where you are. ”

"But if you go to a big city, there's a little bit more of a chance. Wu Cuimei persuaded.

Liu Qingshan couldn't cry or laugh: "No matter how many opportunities there are, then I can only marry one wife." Mom, I've already decided, don't persuade me, I'm going to work in the mountains after dinner. ”

"What are you doing in the mountains today?" In Liu Yuanhe's concept, the first month is still considered the New Year, and only in the second month of the lunar calendar is the end of the New Year.

So, what can you do in the mountains during the Chinese New Year?

Liu Qingshan said: "Well, the cinnabar roots sold well at the end of last year, so I will dig some more, so that by the end of the year, maybe I can make a lot of money again." ”

However, this time Liu Qingshan's goal is clearer. He will no longer dig when he sees cinnabar roots like before, he will dig selectively this time, only digging the big ones, and leaving the small ones in the mountains first.

When selling cinnabar roots at the end of last year, Liu Qingshan had already tasted the sweetness brought by the big cinnabar roots. This big cinnabar root can top more than a dozen small cinnabar roots. So, either you don't dig it, if you want to dig it, you dig it big.

After eating, Liu Qingshan took the tools and went into the mountain.

Although it is still the first month of the year, in such a place where the climate is warm and the seasons are like spring, spring always comes earlier and more obviously.

As soon as he walked into the mountains, or rather, after his eyes faded away from the fatigue of red tape, as soon as he left the village, Liu Qingshan had already found traces of spring.

The green moss on the old walls, the weeds that sprout from the roadside, or the morning breeze that smells of mud.....

All this is a sign of the arrival of spring.

Spring in the mountains is not the same as spring in the city.

The biggest change in spring in the city is probably the change in people's clothing, but the biggest change in spring in the mountains is hidden in all corners.

Because it is a familiar mountain, it is difficult to notice that spring has already arrived in the cold New Year when there is still some cold New Year.

It came quietly.

The reason why it is said to be quiet is because the spring thunder has not yet come.

People always think that spring thunder is a firecracker to welcome spring, but it is not.

From the time when the word "Spring Festival" appeared in the mountains in various forms, spring has already come.

The fiery red door is spring, the firecracker paper clothes scattered all over the ground are spring, and even the red envelopes in the hands of children are also spring.

Spring Festival is the beginning of spring.

Just like this mountain, whenever you see a new sprout, it is spring.

People's spring lies in the warming of the climate, and the spring of the mountains lies in the change of new clothes.

When they fade away from the dark green of autumn and winter and replace them with a delicate blue, spring has settled in these mountains.

Liu Qingshan walked all the way to the mountains, and all he could see was all kinds of new green.

In addition to a little bit of bright green, the sky on the top of the mountain is no longer as high as autumn and winter.

The blue sky was like a huge piece of jade, crystalline, round, and gentle, as if it was right in front of you, and you could touch it with your hand.

It is like jade, and it is like a mirror.

And the rising sun that has just emerged from the top of the southeast mountain is the shy beauty in the mirror. She smeared a shallow rouge and smiled slightly with joy and joy on her face.

Her gentle gaze gracefully drifted on the hillside and over the field. Between heaven and earth, it seemed that only her charming smile was left in an instant.

A few plum trees at the end of the village, the branches are like steel poured iron, strong and powerful, on the steep and powerful branches, the plum blossoms of the frost and snow have been as few as the morning star, and the beautiful yellow shadow is smiling under the gentle gaze of the rising sun, and the loquat flowers are dotted with the dark green leaves of a few loquat trees next to it.

Everywhere the breeze passes, the faint fragrance of plum blossoms is like a faint sound from the distant sky, if there is nothing, looming.

The gray-yellow path twists and turns, hiding in the weeds and shrubs that jutt out from the side of the road, and it is just as looming. It is like a strip of dark cloth silently wrapped around the hillside, imprisoning the new green of the mountain on the hillside, as if it was afraid that spring would run away.

On the uneven pavement, there will occasionally be some stones of various colors of different sizes, and gently step on them, with a subtle sound, as if they are wheezing, as if they are groaning.

Echoing this shallow chant is the mountain spring that warms up unconsciously. The shallow spring water is delicate and soft, and the trickle of thin flow faintly contains a wisp of intoxicating shyness.

In the crystal clear water, it seems a little monotonous, a little lonely, and a little lonely. Along the way, I searched carefully for a long time, but I didn't see any trace of small fish and shrimp being lively and naughty, playing and playing.

When the water is clear, there are no fish, and I don't know whether it's true or not.

However, there was not the slightest bleak look on both sides of the stream. On both sides of the stream, it is the grass and vines that are recovering from the spring warmth. They hugged the slowly flowing stream left and right, and they were stunned to set off the stream of this mountain into a beautiful and graceful little poem.

In fact, it is more like a fresh and melodious mountain country tune, and it is also a hymn to spring.