Time slips away from your hands little by little like fine sand in an hourglass. The days are like fresh water in a river, slowly flowing through spring, summer, autumn and winter. It seems like just turning around, and it's August again!

July gently closed the door, and people were bidding farewell to the wind and snow before July, and the light steps knocked on the door lock of August.

Step into a golden world. The osmanthus flowers in the city exude a wisp of fragrance that penetrates the bones, straight into the essence of our hearts. August belongs to osmanthus and belongs to us in the struggle.

The countryside is busy with the harvest season, and when the corn in the soil has been harvested almost completely, it is necessary to start harvesting the millet in the field, explaining that millet means (rice).

The red, green, and green vegetables, as well as the beloved grain crops in the field, are the result of how much sweat and effort it took by parents to cultivate and manage the harvest in August.

Wherever there are weeds, my father pulls them out one by one with his hands, and takes care of them day by day.

Parents are most concerned about the rice in the field, from the moment the millet or the seedlings are planted, whether it is the sun or the downpour, they take care of them as a baby.

When it rained for several days in a row, he was afraid that the millet would dry up and die, and when it rained heavily, he was afraid that the millet would be flooded, so he always checked the fields one by one, and when he saw that there were weeds and weeds in the paddy fields, he rolled up his trousers and went into the field and pulled out the weeds and weeds.

Those rice grains turned from green to golden yellow every day under the sun, and the grains of rice were the color of strings of gold, so that the hard-working people looked at all this, and there was a sense of relief that the fruits of their labor were recognized and rewarded.

Dad pulled the millet to look left and right, smiled and said to himself, "The millet will be harvested in a few days." ”

Ning Si was still harvesting the remaining unharvested corn in the soil, and a young man walked on the path in the distance facing the radiant sunshine, carrying a bunch of gift boxes and bags in his hand.

When it was summer vacation, he returned to the town, and he would always buy all kinds of things to visit the Tranquility home.

This time, Tranquility bought new clothes for her parents, mother, and sister at home, and Han Chen, who returned home, was of course obligated to send them as soon as possible.

Ning Si, who was far away, shouted in the distance: "Brother Han Chen,"

He replied with a smile: "Hey, come back quickly, you see that your sister has bought you a lot of things, as well as new clothes." At this time, the smile on his face seemed to be brighter than the sun at this moment.

In fact, except for clothes, the rest of the things were bought by himself, but he always said that Ning Jing bought them back, so that the family thought that she was doing well in the city of Guiyang.

In fact, she was not willing to buy a new dress for herself in the harsh winter, and she only left 300 yuan for living expenses every time she paid her salary, and the rest was all sent home.

Ning's mother has just recovered from a serious illness,

Before they went down to the fields to do heavy work, they did housework at home and cooked food, waiting for them to come back from working in the mountains to have something to eat.

Meals in the countryside are eaten whatever comes out of the soil, and there are not as many out-of-season vegetables to eat as in the city.

Potatoes are a perennial dish in every household, because potatoes can be stored for a period of time after harvesting, unlike some vegetables that are only stored for a short time.

After a simple lunch, he was ready to go back to his home in the town, but he hadn't experienced the breath of the countryside for a long time, and suddenly he had a reluctant idea of leaving.

The old house is majestic, the noise in front of the door, the afternoon sun, the heart is quiet and the flowers are fragrant, the countryside is leisurely, and the cooking smoke is bursting.

None of the yards were basking in the corn that had just been recovered, and the golden yellow color seemed to be a little dazzling to meet this warm gaze, making people not want to open their eyes, but just want to close their eyes. Quietly enjoy this harvest season.