He Le's daughter has always been steady, so she will not be happy to be in the shape of Se Li!

He Le was wrong, although her daughter was silent, she had already rushed downstairs, took his hand and walked upstairs. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Oh, no, she's only a little over a year old, and Lu can't walk steadily!

He Le's body, thousands of miles away, shook his head - don't blame my daughter, it's that I'm too anxious to go home!

His daughter was still upstairs, and he went upstairs alone, and around the corner, his wife stood next to the moonlight, and silently said to him: 'He Le, in half a year, I will accompany you!'

A wife is a wife, and she always puts her husband first.

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There is no need to wonder anymore, He Le is my other identity, I feel the variety of living in the He family for eternity, I feel the special care of my father for the He family, and I feel that my brother did not hesitate to donate his life because of the He family, I once wrote under the pen name He Luo.

With the surname of the He family, I not only want my brother to live with me, but also want the He family to leave traces in a different place.

He Le's family is single-family, and he lives on the vest of Sorrowful Valley-not to say how proud he is, but not to be with other families.

In the era of the big courtyard of the old peasant association, there were still a large number of side branch relatives, subordinates and servants, and there was no such hustle and bustle at all over the years, so that they could really live a simple and ordinary life.

The buildings near the water get the moon first, and there is water.

In front of the door, a piece of fertile land, the father personally designed and constructed the integrated drainage and irrigation canal from the front of the building projection knee bypass, the flowing water is murmuring, not slow, day and night, like a song and poetry, constantly stopping.

Maybe it's because of it that the big sister has the talent of singing.

There are so many songs in the Mid-Autumn Festival, she will definitely hum the song 'I sing the moon wandering', because this is filled in by He Le.

The Mid-Autumn Moon is also the most lingering, if I were it, how would I adapt to the tens of thousands of different wishes in the world?

He Le, who was homesick like this, smiled, and smiled so sweetly.

The rose sweet filling is the ancestral inheritance of the Chen family, and it was his father who improved the recipe together with He Le.

His father has the excellent taste that he has eaten all over the world, and He Le also met the Tian family's Bawei San recipe and the Jian family's Suoyang Yin Snake Soup recipe.

Those days when the recipe was improved, the father used only roses picked by Ho Le's own hands.

said that the younger sisters were too squeamish, that the elder brothers were too domineering, and that the two of them were too old-fashioned - He Le, who had learned the art of feng shui and looking at qi, understood that his father took a fancy to his steady aura in Wenxiu. It neutralizes the delicate and sharp nature of roses.

No matter how rare the sweet filling of roses is, on this night every year, He Le must taste it, and he must master the changes of the thing.

This is a scenario that can only appear in previous years.

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In the blink of an eye, He Le became bitter.

No one understands He Le's painstaking efforts!

Those beings who transcend everything, with a flick of their fingers, simple, rough, strong, and irresistible - the world of the warm moon will be wiped out if the water is not.

The people of the crops, not idle, this year without their strongest strong labor, the family must be very busy, this year I am afraid there is no time for the holiday.

Maybe thousands of miles away at home, there is no moon at all, the sky is cloudy and rainy, my father and mother are still rushing to pile up straw, two or three acres of rice straw to pile high and high, and my father is stepping on the tall grass pile tree.

He had to use his chief engineer-level calculations to perfectly build the haystack into a large grass ball with a radius of 8.69 meters, which is also a peasant version of the small moon, because this size is just one of the twenty-thousandth of the moon.

This is a harsh design, and my father wants to complete this artificial 'moon' with his own hands with precision and extraordinary labor skills that others can't match.

And tonight, it must be completed before 12 midnight, and it must be completed on the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival to have an intrinsic meaning.

This is a strange goal set by He Le's father, and all the goals he has set must be achieved.

There are calculations everywhere, and he is always working hard, He Le's father is like this.

The moon is the moon

Extraordinary characters, how to live an ordinary life?

When everyone thought he was ordinary, he was already extraordinary, many, many extraordinary.

Even if he is also an extraordinary person, it is difficult to see where he is extraordinary, just because what he does, such as this pile of straw, as long as there is a rice field, farmers will do it, but in this world, he is absolutely the only one who will use straw to make a Mid-Autumn Festival moon.

In his mind, the moon is not the moon, but the moon!

Dedicated to the people, he needs time, why not spare himself!

Yuexi is the place where countless extraordinary sons and daughters of Bashu are willing to shed their blood and sacrifice their youth, and it is the battlefield where miracles are created with labor - and it is also a place where the moonlight cannot shine, because the moonlight is the moon.

Lang Yue's self-portrait is just a joke, just a misinterpretation by the people of the earth.

In those years with Yuexi, there was a father's idea of making the moon.

The artificial moon seems to be carried out from tonight, as if it was a temporary idea, but He Le knew that when he was not born, his father was planning, just because he wanted the straw to preserve quality and quantity!

Others only pay attention to rice when they grow rice, but in the world, only He Le's father attaches so much importance to straw!

When his father was a young boy, making a ladder could retain the memories that could be extracted by Qiu Luzi, and at the peak of his life and ability, he made a one-twenty-thousandth moonlight, how could there be no mystery.

He Le knew that his father was going to build the moon, only tonight, and the time must be ripe tonight, which was a heavenly opportunity that had been calculated for many years.

Father must have done it tonight, and his plan will not be stranded because of He Le's departure, absolutely not! Even if he loses his life for this, he will not hesitate to do so!

- He needs time, why spare himself - not just talking, it is a theme that the Chen family has been interpreting with their lives for generations!

Life, in the Chen family, is not to be cherished, but to be given. Grandpa is like this, uncle is like this, eldest brother is like this, and even He Le's eldest son left like this.

Not to mention, his biological father, who opened up a new era!

Therefore, He Le looked at his hometown again, and his heart saw it.

The family did not all gather at the railing on the third floor, but only her wife was watching over the three children, still up and down, inside and out.

He Le's wife, except for sleeping, is a person who never stops to rest, her labor attitude is even higher than He Le, and her father is not worried about her at home.

Regarding the process of his father's artificial moon, although He Le was not at the scene, he could see it as if he were witnessing.

Father was really stepping on the haystack, and sure enough, it was on the plane tree that the Chen family had cultivated for countless years!

The old is only its appearance, it has been bathed in enough ups and downs, but compared to the long life, its inner is very young.

The sycamore is an indispensable support for the artificial moon, and his father's attention to him is not under the straw, and his father has always cultivated it himself.

No matter how busy he is, he never pretends to be someone else.

In '76, it was a once-in-a-century year of catastrophe.

The third Yaowang Festival of this year, the flood has not been encountered in a hundred years, and it has not closed his eyes for two days and two nights in the alpine reservoir to command the rescue, and at that hour, my father still climbed the mountain and waded from 20 miles away, rushed back with great difficulty, and personally boiled porridge and fed the sycamore tree, and then rushed back in the dark after feeding.

Sycamore is more drizzle, tonight's hometown, not cloudy and rainy, but the sky is clear.

The sky is cloudy and cloudy, but He Le has the mood of having no home, and the sky is bright and bright because his father has already arrived.

The moon is bright from the mid-autumn equinox, and the full moon is full of light and rain, and the light is like rain. Very fine light and rain, light and rain are evenly stained, regardless of thickness and thinness. But this sycamore can be more moistened by its height and wide leaves, and its tower-like structure.

The straw of a few acres of fields needs to be used for more than half a month to dry out, and it must be harvested in the afternoon, and all of them are picked up near the haystack for later use. This is a lot of labor, to use a long hook and rope and an extended burden to pick, physical fitness and skill requirements are very high, all the sorrow and happiness ditch, can be completed, only He Le and his father.

It must have been tiring to accomplish this, but my father only had ten minutes to eat and rest, and immediately after dinner, he started to make an artificial moon.

Take the sycamore tree as a column, nine feet nine inches nine from the ground, use the long strips of green bamboo flowers in the next year to get out of the outer three layers of green strips, three horses and three layers of strips, bundle four wine grains, wrap three turns tightly, in fact, it is twenty-seven layers of strips, tie the four grains and grasses firmly, and then add them one by one, each straw must be separated into a lock of intertwined with each other, and finally fixed on the tree.

After twenty straws went up, the father went up the tree, and the mother threw the straw to him one by one on the ground, and it started very quickly, because the straw was stacked on the left side of the reach, as the straw pile stepped higher and higher, the father became high, and the straw was getting farther and farther away, and the mother was more and more unable to keep up with the rhythm of the father, he kept urging the mother to hurry up, and the mother first used the short fork rod that was eight zhang long, and after the straw went up more than halfway, it was necessary to replace it with a long fork rod three or four zhang long.

My mother is almost 50 years old, she is not a capable person of her father's type, she is a little inadequate, he is inflexible with a long fork, and she can't keep up with her father's rhythm.

Without He Le's cooperation, my father would not be able to enjoy the joy of labor.

In previous years, such work was done by Ho Le. His labor force was long gone under his father. He is not high, but he can give people a very high feeling when he works.

He would not use the short fork at all, the long fork rod would stretch as if it had come to life, and the straw would fall like raindrops on his father's hand, and his father's swiftness and precision were unquestionable, stepping on a haystack was like dancing a labor disco, and the cooperation between their father and son was the best musician ensemble playing a labor song.

Thinking of this, his whole body moved when he walked alone outside Qishi Town, no one had ever seen him in this kind of gymnastics and dancing, only he knew that this was the movement of a forked straw.