It was the spring of 1986......

"Zhan Tang, let's do the math to see if we can support the autumn harvest." Looking at three hundred catties of sweet potatoes and a bag of rice, my mother said to my father.

"Hey--- three hundred catties of sweet potatoes, six months, fifty catties a month, only one catty and seven taels a day, this bag of rice is at most eighty catties, less than five taels a day, how can I live this day!" Dad sat on a small stool next to the bed, holding his head in his hands, his head pressed very low.

"It's okay, you see that you only have one meal at home in the morning, and you can eat in the factory at noon and night, Xiaoxiao is still so young, how much can she eat?" With that, Dad looked up at me asleep.

My mother sat on the edge of the bed and straightened the quilt for me, and then said, "Actually, the family is basically enough for me to eat alone." Now is the busy day of farming, I order a variety of dishes, more can also be taken to the market to sell, can also raise a pig, but we now have no capital, take your time, you still have a salary, although not much, but accumulate a lot, we save enough money to raise a pig, you can kill the pig for the New Year. "Mom seems to see that her pigs are big and fat.

"Wen Fang" Dad's voice was a little choked, and he didn't make a sound for a long time.

"Wen Fang, I'm really sorry to let you and your children live a hard life with me."

"It's not bitter, it's not bitter, you see we have a good daughter, and our family of three can be together every day, how happy is this!"

Dad was lost in thought, as if he was still wondering why.

Suddenly, Dad raised his voice and shouted angrily, "Where are they like parents!" ”

Mom squatted in front of Dad, held his hand, and said, "Zhantang, we can't complain like this, everything will be fine, it's not easy for Mom and Dad to raise you so big, you can't blame them." We worked hard and stayed up until the autumn to harvest, when we Xiaoxiao would be one year old and could walk and call Dad. ”

Looking at his mother's clear eyes, Dad's eyes were moist, he hugged his mother and kept saying, "Wenfang, thank you, Wenfang, thank you, thank you......"

Later, I learned that my father was not born to my grandparents.

Grandma is Dad's aunt, and Grandpa is also Dad's uncle, because grandparents only have one daughter, so Dad went to their house. Although my grandparents were not particularly close to my father since I was a child, my father knew that my grandparents had a nurturing grace for him and always respected them.

The big yellow cypress tree at the door began to shed its leaves, all yellow, golden yellow, a gust of wind blew like autumn had arrived, the ground was full of gold, it seemed that it was the season of autumn harvest, but my mother knew that it was not so fast.

It turned out that spring had come, and the yellow cypress tree had sprouted.

When the dead leaves fall, the tree is full of emerald green, what a beautiful color, it is the color of hope.

That day, my mother asked Aunt Li's house next door to scrape together some money to buy piglets, because if it was delayed, it would not have been raised during the New Year, and my mother must do it this year.

The next day, she carried me to the next village and brought back a pair of piglets, and my father was happy to see the piglets when he came back from work.

Slowly, unconsciously, the leaves of the yellow cypress tree become oily green, and summer is coming.

Spring has passed, and the clothes wrapped around me are getting thinner and thinner, and I can move my limbs freely.

Summer is the most lively season for the yellow cypress tree, there is an endless knowledge of the tree during the day, and at night there are all kinds of sounds of crickets and frogs under the tree, as well as the laughter of people enjoying the shade, it is so happy.

At that time, I learned to climb on my own, but my mother only allowed me to be so comfortable at home, always holding me when it was in the shade, and not letting me go to the ground, because I couldn't help it, so I could only quietly observe everything around me, many sounds, I didn't understand.

The heat receded, the people dispersed, and the night deepened.

My mother carried me back to the house in a daze, and she walked very carefully, as if she was about to fall asleep.

The night was so quiet at this time, it seemed that everyone had fallen asleep, except for the occasional dog barking in the distance.

Under the yellow cypress tree, as long as it is not raining, people will gather together every day to enjoy the shade and chat, which is like an indispensable thing in their day, and they don't think about why, and they don't know why they have so many things to say every day, just talk for hours from south to north.

And so day by day, soon the autumn harvest arrived. This is when mom and dad are happiest, which means that there is something to eat and we no longer have to worry about going hungry.

The autumn harvest is always very busy, and people's cool will come to an end, and there are not many good weather, and if the rice is ripe, if you don't take it back quickly, a heavy rain will all fall into the field.

Dad has to go to work in the factory during the day, only my mother is a laborer, although my grandparents are only in their forties, they will definitely not help my mother, they only need the 1,000 catties of grain that Dad must give them after the autumn harvest every year, but fortunately they agreed to help take me for a few days.

Faced with the heavy rice in a few acres of land, my mother was only happy.

During the day she cut rice in the fields under the scorching sun, and in the evening she received the rice and tied it up on the ridges, and then went home to make some food, feed the pigs, and prepare things for threshing.

When Dad came back from work, it was already evening, and he changed into the clothes he used to work in the field and went out with his silk shoulder, and he was going to pick up the rice that Mom had bundled.

In the face of the heat wave, Dad picked up the first load of rice, and Mom quickly untied the strips and began to threshk the grain. Dad went back and forth, and Mom kept beating the big grain, and before I knew it, it was already dark.

Dad must have been faster than Mom, because it was not easy to get the grain off the rice with both hands. After picking the rice, my father went to help my mother, and it was not until three or four o'clock in the morning that I cleaned up the things of the first day.

In order to meet the next day, Mom and Dad lay down.

After several days like this, the rice harvest was finally finished, and Mom and Dad were so tired that they just wanted to sleep.