Today it rained all day, lightning and thunder, especially at seven o'clock in the morning and five o'clock in the afternoon, the sky was as black as ink, just as Li He's poem said: "Black clouds crush the city and want to destroy it."

The rain has been falling non-stop, today the company did not open a meal, I wanted to wait for the rain to stop going out to eat a fast food, but the rain not only did not stop, but it fell more and more, in the end, there was no way, the stomach is the most important, I had to brave the heavy rain, lightning and thunder with an umbrella to eat a fast food.

Walking under the lightning and thunder sky, my heart is in my throat, because when it rains and thunders, it is dangerous to walk outdoors.

The heavy rain that began yesterday reminds me of my hometown, and this time is the busy season for spring sowing.

My rural hometown is a place that depends on the sky for food, which means that our water conservancy there is not good, and if we encounter a drought year, we will basically reduce the yield by half, or even basically work for nothing, which basically leads to the fact that people everywhere do not like late rice, and only choose to plant medium rice.

At this time, it was also the rainy season in our hometown, and the heavy rains for several days filled the ponds that had dried up or were about to dry up after autumn and winter, and at the same time, the rice fields were also softened by the heavy rains, and some water was stored.

At this time, as soon as the sky is clear, everyone starts to get busy, and the cattle start to get tired, so everyone leads their own ploughing oxen, carries a plow on their shoulders, and holds a bamboo branch for driving cattle to the rice field that has just been wet by the rain.

This is a busy day, and people are tired and tired. Because it rains a lot in spring and summer, I step up to plow a few acres of paddy fields so that once it rains, the paddy fields can store water like a pond, so that it is convenient to plant rice without pumping water from the pond in the future. Even if a rice field without a plough can store water, it will only take a day or two for all of it to be absorbed by the ground.

I remember when I was a child, my dad would plow the field, I would hold a small bucket and stand on the ridge, once my father ploughed the field and ploughed out the loaches or yellow eels, he would throw them next to the ridge, let me grab them into the small bucket, and one morning down, the noon meal would be there.

However, in recent years, due to the use of chemical fertilizers and urea, the loaches and eels in the fields have gradually decreased, and some people have released poisonous loaches and eels to poison them, so now, there are almost no loaches and eels in the rice fields.

Speaking of ploughing, I remember that when I was in junior high school, my mother asked me to learn how to plow, and she said, who knows how the policy will change in the future, and if you can farm, you won't starve to death.

I retorted to my mother, I didn't learn to plow from my father, but I can do farm work such as planting rice and cutting rice, but now I haven't done it for many years, and I guess I'm rusty, and if I do it suddenly, it will make my back ache at the end of the day.

The Qingming Festival is coming, and the custom in our hometown is that you can't sweep the tomb on the day of the Qingming Festival, and you go to sweep the tomb in advance.

The old family sweeps the tombs, the elders adults and children, and the older women gather in a certain family to cook and wait for everyone to come back to eat after sweeping the tombs.

We usually set off at about 8 o'clock in the morning to sweep the tomb, and we can finish sweeping the tomb until more than 1 o'clock in the afternoon, and we have more than 10 miles to go back and forth.

When we were a child, we liked to set off firecrackers the most, we lit incense and candles in front of the tombstones of our ancestors, burned some paper money, made three sticks, and inserted a branch on the grave of our ancestors, and hung paper money on the branches, everyone competed to set off firecrackers.

Now I haven't been home to visit the grave for many years, and when I think of what happened at that time, there is only happiness, not sorrow.

This season, I remember a fun and interesting thing, whenever the spring flowers bloom, the sun is slightly higher during the day, and my dad will take me to hold a flashlight at night, and the tools for tying fish, here I want to explain that the tools for tying fish are not like those in film and television dramas, and the tools for tying fish in our hometown have many slender and sharp thorns in front, which are somewhat similar to the shape of an iron rake.

My dad took the fishing tools and a flashlight, and I followed with a small bucket, and then walked along the rice fields, small canals and ponds with water, and saw loaches, yellow eels, crucian carp and other fish, and my dad aimed at them and then pierced them (in fact, it is not accurate to say that they were holding the wooden handle of the fishing tool and hitting the target, and piercing the target by the iron in front of the slender and thick thorns).

Usually my dad and I have dinner at seven or eight o'clock, and come back at nine o'clock, and I always meet a lot of people who fish like us outside.

If you are lucky, after two hours, the loach, yellow eel, and fish can add up to several catties, and if you can't finish eating, you can eat it slowly after smoking it dry; When you're unlucky, it's just enough for a meal the next day.

According to our hometown, after the Qingming Festival, the eyes of fish, loaches and eels will light up, and you can see your arrival, and it will be difficult to pierce them.

Okay, there's a lot of tonight, and I just feel it, don't scold me if you're unhappy, just laugh at it, because scolding me will only hurt yourself, make you angry, and the gains outweigh the losses......