It's autumn in the blink of an eye, and this melon is ripe.

This has to talk about my favorite melon and fruit, a white sweet potato.

White sweet potato is a variety that is not equivalent to sweet potato.

Although some places will think that sweet potatoes have a nickname for sweet potatoes.

As for the white sweet potato, as a seasonal vegetable and fruit, it can be fried and eaten as a vegetable or a fruit.

Because its fruit is very moist and sweet.

When there were white sweet potatoes, it was actually just autumn, so the sky still exuded the smell of summer, and at some times, I felt as if I was still in summer.

That's true today.

Even though it was autumn, I was still wearing a short-sleeved shirt, shorts and a hat with a big bow on it, and I felt that the weather was no different from summer.

Actually, it's not just me, it's everyone.

At this time, at the coolest moment of the morning, I followed my mother and sister to a dry field not far from home.

From here, I can see directly from the door of the house, and there is nothing blocking my view during this time.

In the distance, there are also several families harvesting crops, peanuts, cotton, sweet potatoes and so on in the cool morning.

Next to it, my mother and sister are breaking bread in the dry field.

One of them carried a large basket and the other carried a small basket, but the movements were the same, and they threw the basket on their backs while breaking the grain.

In fact, most of the things about breaking the bread are done by my mother, and my sister is mainly responsible for picking up the bread from the ground, putting it in a back basket, and carrying it to the house basket by basket.

Because of the young sister, it is really difficult to reach the tall baogu.

And I'm just standing on the road of the dry field at this moment, because my mother won't tell me to go down, saying that I can just play on the field.

She said, "I'm going to do it a disservice, I want to say it's impossible!" But because of her mother's obscenity, she didn't dare to refute her.

I'm a little tired after standing for a long time. Looking around, there was only a few low mulberry trees around, and the ground was full of grass, and because of the morning, it was full of dewdrops.

I was a little helpless and a little irritable.

I don't want to go home, I don't want to stand here.

I was very dissatisfied with my mother's order!

After a long distance, I shouted to my mother, "Mom, I'm here?!"

I don't know what my mom was thinking, I still didn't hear it, anyway she didn't answer my question and let me pass.

But I just assumed that she had acquiesced to my old thoughts.

I squatted down, holding the grass with both hands, and slowly climbed down, and then ran towards my sister, and halfway through, I almost tripped the grass and fell to the ground, and I didn't care.

When she ran to her sister's side, she was concentrating on picking up the buns that her mother had broken.

Seeing me coming, my sister looked neither sad nor happy.

No one welcomed it, and I didn't care.

Like my sister, I threw the buns into the basket.

Some of the buns were very obedient and went into the basket with a swish, which made me very happy. Some Baogu was disobedient and threw it twice, but still didn't enter! I'm not sad either.

By the time my mother found me, my sister and I had already picked up a big basket of grain.

My mother couldn't help me, so she had to agree to my approach.

The sun gradually showed its head, the wind did not move, and the clouds stopped, and people gradually became powerless.

At this time, my mother said, "It's okay to be here in the morning, let's pack up and go back."

My sister, who had been silently doing things, just said lightly, "Okay, Mom." Then she began to pick up the bread on the ground again.

Later, when I joined the ranks, I jumped up and cheered, shouting to my mother, "Hurray, Mommy!"

Then he also bent down, quickly picked up the bun from the ground with both hands, and threw it into the back basket, regardless of whether it entered or not, and enjoyed it again and again.

Soon, we collected all the grain on the ground.

So, I went home.

I held two Bao Gu, who were not yet fully old, humming out of tune nursery rhymes, and walked in front.

Behind is my sister, carrying a small basket on her back, pinching the strap with both hands, and walking in the middle.

Mother was the last to go, and she cut off all the grain stalks with a short knife, stacked them together, and then carried them all to the edge of the dry field and set them up.

According to my mother, these are all going to be moved back home in the future, and they are good materials for starting fires.

My sister and I arrived home first.

When I got home, my sister called for water, and she called me over, "Sister, come here." My sister will wash your hands and play again. ”

Hearing this, I obediently ran towards my sister, but my hand still did not drop the paper airplane.

The paper airplane is a homework book used by my sister and folded into it. My sister also folded it to me by herself. So, I love it.

After my sister grabbed my left hand, washed and dried it, I changed the paper airplane to my left hand, handed my right hand to my sister, washed and dried it, and then ran to the hall to play.

My sister didn't play.

It was nearly noon, and she was ready to make lunch.

She took down the iron pot of soup on the stove, scooped out a scoop of water from the wooden bucket with a gourd, and poured it into the pot. After cleaning it twice, he went to the hall to find the place where the rice jar was placed, took out the lattice cylinder from the rice jar, filled it with rice according to the amount, and prepared to steam the rice.

The lattice is a small, plastic tube. One cell can hold about two handfuls of rice that an adult can hold, and four handfuls of rice that a half-grown child can hold.

As usual, the rice was washed, water was added, and the pot was covered.

Everything is ready, just wait for the fire to blow in place.

Sister, moved a small bench and went to the small stove.

There is a large open space next to the small stove where firewood is placed.

There are many types of firewood, mainly bamboo shoot shells, bamboo leaves, bamboo branches, bamboo tubes, followed by some dry firewood, wooden sticks and so on.

Among them, bamboo shoot shells are the easiest to ignite, and we also call it Maomaochai. Because it's fluffy.

It is worth mentioning that there is a bamboo forest next to my house.

The bamboo forest is dense all year round, and even in autumn, there are bamboo leaves, bamboo branches, and bamboo stems that have aged and withered due to years of polishing, but it does not affect its density at all.

Because of the bamboo forest, my house is always in a situation where it is warm in winter and cool in summer.

Whenever I sigh like this, my mother-in-law always says, this is the bamboo forest god blessing our family, the wind and rain are smooth.

Even though I later found out that this was just a superstitious statement, I still longed for such a god.

As the fire became more and more intense, the water in the pot slowly boiled, my sister lifted the lid of the pot, beat off the excess rice soup with a spoon, closed the lid of the pot, and changed the heat to simmer the rice.

After doing this, my sister walked to the corner of the kitchen, took out two cucumbers and a handful of green peppers from the vegetable basket hanging on the wall, and washed them.

At this time, my mother, who was working as a farmer outside, also came home.

She carried a basket of bread on her back, and a short knife in her hand, and went to the eaves and a large stone plate on the edge of the street, and put the basket on it with her back to it.

I was the first to see my mom come back.

"Mom, do you think my paper airplane looks good? It's flying so high..."I asked excitedly as I ran up to my mom with my paper airplane.

"Well, it's good-looking. Yan Yan is going to play by herself, her mother is going to cook. Mom took off the back strap on her shoulder and the basket, straightened her waist, put down the short knife in her hand, and then glanced at me, even glanced at my paper airplane, and replied lightly.

"Mom, I've put the water here, you can come and wash your hands later." My sister in the kitchen heard the conversation between me and my mother, fetched a basin of water and came out, said a word, put down the basin in her hand, and walked into the kitchen.

After a brief wash of her hands, my mother also went into the kitchen.

They were very busy in the kitchen, and I was having a lot of fun in the hall.

After lunch, my mother took me into my room to take a nap, but my sister didn't sleep, she was in the open hall, doing her homework.

Actually, I'm not sleepy, but my mother thinks I'm sleepy and has to pull me to sleep.

I didn't want to upset her, so I closed my eyes.

When I opened my eyes again, my mother was no longer in the room, and the bedroom with no windows or lights was dim.

I hurriedly climbed off the wooden bed, barefoot, and ran out of the bedroom to the hall, where the door was closed, and my sister was nowhere to be seen.

As if I had suddenly woken up, I panicked, and tears began to roll in my eyes.

As if I had been enchanted, I stepped on my feet to open the door of the hall, but I forgot that I was too short to reach the deadbolt of the door, and looked around, and in despair, I did not have time or think of moving the high wooden bench that was erected on the wooden table.

I tried again, tiptoeing to reach the wooden bolt on the door, and in vain, I had to give up the stupid idea.

This forced me to honestly turn right and enter the kitchen door, turn left and open the kitchen door.

It was an extremely shy day, and it suddenly broke into my eyes.

In the sky, the red glow is everywhere, the sun is setting, and it is already dusk.

Everywhere you hear and see, birds and birds return to their nests, frogs chirp everywhere, and they are full of life.

But I ignored this beautiful scenery.

I haven't forgotten that my mother always told my sister and me to close the door when we go out.

I closed the door and tied it shut.

Then he ran in the direction of the dry field.

Sure enough, my mother and sister were working in the fields.

When I saw them, my heart was warm, as if I was illuminated by a ray of sunshine.

Fluctuating, depressed emotions disappear in an instant.

Like the two tears in the corners of my eyes that had been evaporated by the afterglow of the scorching sun, they disappeared without a trace.

It was getting dark.

The autumn breeze blew freely on everything it could touch.

Corn stalks are especially popular in the autumn winds. In addition to the sound of frogs and crickets, the rustle of corn leaves in the wind was particularly loud.

In the distance, there are dim sporadic lights, which seem more and more ethereal and ethereal against the hazy background of the night.

Back at home, the night was already dark.

My mother turned on the lights in the hall and kitchen, and my sister and I were in the back room, looking at the only black-and-white TV in the house.

And she stepped into the kitchen to make dinner.

In my impression, the two stations that I remember most clearly are the Golden Eagle Cartoon of Hunan TV and the children's channel of CCTV.

Cartoons have become an irreplaceable part of our childhood.

But at that time, the signal was generally not good, and the TV set at home was only found at most a dozen units, and because of the instability of the satellite, it was often stopped.

It is worth mentioning that because of the bad signal, it was popular to play DVDs at that time.

A DVD is a player that plays discs.

And the disc is not cheap, one could even say expensive.

Because the family is not wealthy, most of the discs in the family are rented.

Dinner was quickly prepared by Mom.

Dinner was noodles with simple ingredients, pork, lettuce leaves, hot sauce and salt.

The hot sauce is made from homemade red peppers. Fresh, hygienic and additive-free.

After eating, my mother washed the dishes and brought water from the big bathtub to bathe my sister and me.

It was said that it was for me and my sister to take a bath, but in fact, my mother only gave me a bath alone, and my sister washed it herself, and she was used to taking a bath by herself.

I don't know how to shower myself yet.

I'm happiest at this time. The big bathtub was really big, I was lying on my back in it, and my mom was bathing me on the side, making soap bubbles, and I could play for a long time.

But my mother always wouldn't let me play for too long. Many times when I'm in the middle of playing, my mom always interrupts me!

"Mommy is so annoying!" This time too. I wanted to play in the water again, so my mother fished me out of the big bathtub with a towel.

"Okay, okay, good, Yanyan. I'm going to play with my sister in a while. Mom is going to take a bath too. "My mother always smiled and comforted me at this time.

"Oh, got it. Mom: "Unwilling, disappointed, I still compromised.

Every now and then, my sister would come up and pull me up, gently dry my body, and put on my beautiful pajamas or nightdresses.

Mom is very conscious of our sleep time.

Our sleep time is all under her strict supervision.

And Mom said that we must go to bed before 9 o'clock in the evening!

It's as if it's a habit that makes nature. Every time we get to the time set by our mother, we always get sleepy.

Under normal circumstances, we will go to bed obediently under the guidance of our mother.

There are exceptions to everything, such as the arrival of uninvited guests, which can disrupt our schedule, but we do not exclude their arrival.