When Mu Qinghan returned home, it was late at night, and his parents had not yet slept, busy with their family work.

On September 30, the autumn harvest began, and some early-maturing rice was already piled up in his yard and dried on a green canvas.

"Mom, Dad, I'm back. Mu Qinghan entered the house and said hello to them.

"There was food in the kitchen, ate and went to bed early. Tomorrow morning I will go to work in the fields. The mother's voice rang out, but no one came.

Mu Qinghan knew that his parents were working hard and not easy, and after putting the car away, he came to the kitchen to eat something and came to the yard to help.

"Go to bed early. You've had a busy day today, too. "His mother felt a little sorry for him.

"Nothing. Mu Qinghan smiled and said. He needs to help his parents carry the courage of the family, even though he is still a teenager.

He has an older brother and a younger sister. My brother went to the provincial capital to attend a secondary school, and he didn't come back even on National Day. Xiaomei is still a primary school student, and there is no labor. He is the only one who can help his parents.

For farmers, in addition to its significance, a day like the 11th National Day is just a festival that is constantly promoted on TV, and it is also just a day for people living in the city to go out to play.

Mu Qinghan didn't envy them, because he felt that this kind of rural life was very good, although sometimes he was busy and didn't want to get up, but it was of great significance. The sowing of the spring is hope, and the harvest of the fall is also hope. There are four seasons in a year, and each season in the countryside has a different color.

So, he liked to live like this, simple and calm, and even he thought about his dream of becoming a farmer.

But this is something that you can't tell your parents because they have expectations for him, and they want him to be a person who lives in the city and a person who has a face.

But he didn't think so, and his heart was quiet, but it was also free. He longed to be able to do something for this society, even if it was to teach and educate people.

Mu Qinghan was busy with his parents until late before returning to the room to sleep.

He slept soundly that night, and had a long, long dream. In the dream, he must have experienced something particularly beautiful, otherwise he would not have fallen asleep and laughed.

In the early morning of the second day, before the sun rose at five o'clock, the stars still scattered the entire night sky, twinkling with the dream that had just been awakened. A loud and distant sound of Bunker, with a special meaning, calls for Muslims to rise up and go to the mosque to worship.

My father was one of them, and he got up early and went to the temple to worship. After coming back, he took Mu Qinghan to the field.

I thought the fields were quiet in the morning, just him and his father. It was only when he came to the field that he found that the field was lively at this time. Almost every household has people to harvest rice.

The sound of the sickle cutting the rice stalks, the sound of chatting and laughing with each other, was particularly beautiful in the morning dew. It's as if it's not every family working, but a big family working collectively.

The words full of local accents, although they are as plain as water, but the feelings are very sincere.

Mu Qinghan was busy with his father, and listened to their words quietly. When they say something funny, he laughs along. Sometimes I would ask my father some questions, about rice.

Some neighbors asked about Mu Qinghan, but they were all blocked by their father. Mu Qinghan didn't bother to speak, and was busy quietly.

As time slowed down, gradually dawn came, the sun was rising, and the red morning sun was like a shy little girl, secretly poking her head out to take a look, fortunately she felt that the world was still very quiet, so she tried to rise and climb higher to the sky.

Shadows appeared, shrouded in warmth, and in this golden field, there was a special charm.

Mu Qinghan was tired, and when he looked back at the results of this morning, he had already harvested a lot, which naturally made him very happy.

He looked at the rising sun, and there was a hint of mischievous in it. He smiled at it and greeted it in the way he thought was right.

It responded to him, and a flower floated towards the clouds, obscuring most of its face. Shy, just looking at him secretly.

When Mu Qinghan bent down and continued to work, it pushed aside the clouds again, poked its head out and looked at Mu Qinghan curiously, seeing what he was busy with.

The warmth of the early morning became more and more, which made Mu Qinghan sweat too, and took off his coat, revealing a somewhat thin body.

His father straightened up and looked at him, "If you're tired, take a break." When the sun rises a little higher, we'll go home and eat. ”

"It's okay, I'm not tired. Mu Qinghan said. Even though he was tired, he didn't want to stop and watch his father work alone. He thought that as long as he harvested one more, his father would harvest one less, and he would save his father some effort.

He glanced at the morning sun, and the sunlight was already a little dazzling. He stretched out his right hand to block it, and a ray of sunlight came through the gap between his fingers, which was like a gentle passing year.

This reminded him of some songs of youth, the years are going on, time is slow, it is the warmth of youth, and it is also the commemoration of youth.

"Hello, Dawn. He said silently in his heart. His figure is imprinted in the early morning time.

The busyness of the early morning gradually ends as the sun rises. The toilers also went home and had a delicious breakfast.

Mu Qinghan went home with his father, put down the sickle, took off his old clothes, and washed away the smell of the morning with water.

After breakfast, I rested for a while, and went into the field again to continue working. In the old saying of my parents, it is called rushing to harvest and rush seeds, so that there can be a good harvest.

Three days is neither a long nor a short time. Mu Qinghan has tanned a little more in the past three days, and he is also tired, he just wants to lie in bed and sleep well, so that he almost forgot to go to school.

He simply picked up some food in his mouth, and hurried to school on a bicycle with his schoolbag. The holidays are over, and so are the learning. In the midst of these three days of hurried leisure, I also finished my homework.

When I got to the class, it was already ringing the bell for class. He slumped in his chair in a daze. His tablemate Lin Yu glanced at him, "Hey, why did you come?"

"Almost slept. So far, Mu Qinghan has not come back to his senses, and there is still a little sleepiness in his eyes.

"What are you going to do, trapped like this. Didn't you sleep last night?" asked Lin Yu.

Mu Qinghan looked at him, Lin Yu was a child in the city, and he didn't understand the hard work of rural children, even if he told him, he wouldn't understand. Mu Qinghan didn't answer him, but said, "Help me take notes, I'll sleep for a while." ”

After speaking, under the cover of the books on the desk, he lay there and fell asleep.

Lin Yu looked at him and shook his head a little speechlessly. was worried that Mu Qinghan would be seen by the teacher, so he added a few thick books to block him.