In the courtyard, the villagers can enjoy all kinds of flowers and cauliflowers, which is really fragrant and fragrant.

The winter melon is covered with a long fluffy white thorn, these thorns that look unwelcome are shining silver and beautiful in the sun.

From the palm-shaped green leaf nest stretches out a flower path, the long "body is covered with a silver needle" to protect the body, and the tip of the flower stem is crowned with a small and delicate yellow flower with golden brilliance.

The one that blooms first will inevitably not bear fruit, and usually the people of Muyehua Village call it Kuanghua, and the one that bears fruit will definitely bloom later.

Watermelon and winter melon, as well as pumpkin and gourd, are generally similar.

The difference is that watermelons, pumpkins and gourds do not have "silver needle armor" on these fruits.

The gourd flowers are like a small white umbrella, presented in front of people.

If you want to say the most beautiful and generous, the orange pumpkin flowers that look like inlaid with velvet lace.

In addition to the above-mentioned cauliflowers, there are also light yellow delicate bitter gourd flowers, blue carob flowers, golden cucumber flowers and pale yellow loofah flowers and so on.

These yellow flowers of different shades compete for beauty and bloom all over his courtyard.

Zhang Guangming believes that these flowers should be fragrant and pleasant, and the flowers of bitter gourd are the most fragrant and fragrant, and they are even more refreshing.

Moreover, the slender and long flower stalks on the bitter gourd vines, with small pale yellow flowers on the top, are the most agile and lovely in the breeze.

Don't look at the bitter gourd covered with pimples and ugly, and some people give it a bad name called leprosy, but bitter gourd is the leader among these cauliflowers, whether it is the effect of dissipating heat and fire, or the aromatic smell.

Zhang Guangming carefully watched the flowers in the garden, some of them grew flowers with silk buttons, and some of them were lying on high frames; Some climb the wall and cross the wall; Some climbed on the roof, and they showed their own magical powers.

Zhang Zhishu walked into the courtyard every day, as if wandering in a sea of flowers.

He sighed: among the flowers, the bees caress the piano, the birds sing, the butterflies and hummingbirds dance, they seem to have a concert together in this beautiful home full of fragrance.

His three daughters shuttled among the flowers, chasing and frolicking, and sang the children's song "The Fragrance of the Garden" that he wrote for the children:

Thousands of cauliflower flowers bloom prettyly, and the fragrance welcomes the bees to collect honey.

Wordless nurturing buds are busy, and rain and dew work hard to nourish.

Diligent results in the competition long, determined to serve the people.

Eliminate the dishes that should be so that the people are healthy and healthy!

Zhang Guangming came to the cultivated wasteland again, and the fruit trees planted by the villagers under the leadership of the old branch secretary were fruitful and colorful, which set off the beautiful Muyehua Village.

Look at that: jujube wearing a red robe, persimmon wearing a gold jacket, grape purple shirt cover, plum yellow brocade cover.

He saw that the vegetables he led everyone to grow here were even more gratifying.

It is very cute to see this bean poking out of the purple stamens and poking out the pointed and inconspicuous little head.

Zhang Guangming thought: After the villagers watered them with dung, hoeed weeds, and eliminated pests, they have now grown into a small whip that beats a spinning top; Not only is the beans growing well, but the winter melon has grown from the size of a mung bean to a bucket of water.

He wanted to pick it up and estimate how much it would weigh.

"Wow, I can't hold it!"

He came to the experimental base again, and when he saw the melons in front of the house and behind the house, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart:

This watermelon looks like a doll, and its round face is covered with green patterns.

The big watermelon seems to lie leisurely on the soft clay kang, looking at a round of red sun and elegant clouds rising in the east in the morning, and in the evening, looking at a touch of sunset and magnificent sunset falling in the west.

"These flower-faced dolls" smell the fragrance of flowers during the day, enjoy the song of bees, butterflies dancing, and quietly look at the bright starry sky and the full moon at night, sucking the "jade dew" swaying from the earth.

Looking at these pumpkins, they were only the size of soybeans when they were born, as if they had a beautiful little umbrella on their heads, and they seemed to be a warrior, wearing a camouflage uniform with green and white patterns, riveting and growing vigorously.

He had admired the harvest of these vegetables and fruits, and there was a happy and satisfied smile on his face.

Zhang Zhishu went to inspect the fruit tree seedlings, vegetables, Chinese medicinal materials, and roadside flowers planted by the village cadres and villagers under his leadership, all of which are growing healthy and lush.

When he looked at the fields, the crops all over the ground were even more joyful, and he couldn't help but write a poem in his heart:

Autumn Scene in the Village

The flowers are gorgeous, and the vegetables are lush and green.

The fruit seedlings and green branches are upright, and thousands of vigorous and delicate faces.

Stubbornly, let Zhang Zhishu, the head of the village, sigh in his heart: "Ah! As long as it takes root in fertile soil, it will flourish! ”

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Autumn seasonal vegetables grown in the vegetable plots of each production team can now be picked.

Zhang Zhishu commanded the production teams to take advantage of the freshness and quickly sell them to the county town for some money, and immediately distribute them to the members.

The members of the club were very happy with the money in their hands.

This autumn, the village has had an unprecedented bumper harvest of all crops.

This year, you don't have to worry about not being able to drink corn porridge, and you don't have to worry about not having cotton clothes to wear, let alone worrying about not having cottonseed oil to eat.

Under his leadership, although the villagers were not able to completely solve the problem of food and clothing, they could be regarded as seeing the light of hope for poverty alleviation.

In the blink of an eye, it was late autumn, the cold was unexpectedly steep, and the geese crossed the sky with reluctant wails, and the hoarse cry was clearly revealing the feelings of the family.

In the large courtyard of the cave, the fan-shaped ginkgo biloba gradually turned into brilliant gold, as if a small fan was hung on a tree, dancing the fan dance.

The palm-shaped maple leaves turn red one by one, as if lighting a torch to light the way for the development of the village.

The other leaves are directed by the "Zephyr who loves the director", singing and dancing in the sky.

Look, they flutter in very different postures.

Some of the leaves seem to be dancing ballet – fluttering up and down, whirling and flying; Some of the leaves seem to be doing somersaults - jumping left and right and somersaulting; Some of the leaves seem to be flying high in the sky - flying back and forth.

It's a real sight to behold.

In autumn, Zhang Guangming invited the cadres of the brigade to come and enjoy the flowers in Muyehua Village.

He remembered a poem written by the Tang Dynasty poet Liu Yuxi: "Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely, and I say that autumn is better than spring." ”

He said with emotion: The poet said that it is indeed true.

Look at the big dahlias, cockscombs, and fairy flowers...... Or small crape myrtle, phalaenopsis, hibiscus...... These flowers are still beautiful in the autumn wind.

The hazy beauty of flowers in the fog will give people the illusion of being in a fairyland, which is not inferior to the beauty of spring! ”

The village cadres couldn't help but laugh heartily and nodded in agreement.

Fleetingly, the freezing winter is coming.

The golden and silver plums in full bloom in Muyehua Village set off the elegant and noble temperament of the village.

It is the charm of the flowers in this village that has brought disaster to these flowers.

On the morning of this day, Zhang Guangming was in the experimental base with the team members, holding a hoe and hugging the grass in the wheat ridge.

Suddenly, he heard Li Hongyun, who was looking at the phone, an urgent call, he hurriedly turned his face, saw Li Hongyun's bitter gourd face, and hurriedly asked: "Uncle Li, what is the matter with you calling me?" ”

Lao Li said with a crying voice: Bright, go and take a look, Secretary Li sent a group of people to our village to take those camellias, freesias, and poinsettias on both sides of the road...... All kinds of blooming flowers were not left, and even the plum blossoms that bloomed did not let go, and they were all destroyed.

He came to the main road to the commune, and was dumbfounded when he saw both sides.

He saw the splendid flowers on both sides of the road, but they were destroyed beyond recognition.

It seems to be a girl in her prime of life, and suddenly the jade is broken and fragrant, how can it not be regrettable?

Zhang Guangming suddenly became angry at the bullfight.

He galloped to the commune compound.

He came to the door of Secretary Li's office, slammed open the door of Secretary Li's house, and walked directly to Secretary Li.

He looked at Secretary Li with a angry face, and asked loudly: "Secretary Li, is there anything wrong with the flowers and ornamental trees I planted on both sides of the main road at the head of the village?"

Why did you cut down all the beautiful flowers and plum trees that were so beautiful?

Secretary Li did not answer his question, but calmly poured a glass of water for Zhang Guangming and handed it to him.

Zhang Guangming angrily refused.

Secretary Li said to him unhurriedly: "Don't worry, this is an order issued by the county!" I don't want to do that.

It stands to reason that what's wrong with planting some flowers and ornamental trees in the village?

But the county leaders said that those flowers and tree flowers, with their bells and whistles, will make people flashy and corrode people's minds.

Zhang Guangming said: "Isn't this nonsense?

Flowers are only pleasing to the eye, how can they be ...... Do you think this is worth it? ”

Secretary Li sighed and said, "Hey, I'm also helpless, Brother Guangming, you can be considerate and considerate of my difficulties." ”

After listening to Secretary Li's words, he shook his head in confusion, so he had to wave his hand dejectedly and say goodbye to the leader.

On the way back, Zhang Guangming returned to the village with a little confusion and a little melancholy.

He thought: Secretary Li said that this is really absurd and incomprehensible.

A few days later, Zhang Guangming came to inspect the crops outside the village.

He heard the wind whistling, as if Granny Wind was still feeling sorry for the destruction of those "young girls", and even let out a cry of sorrow: Woo, crying......"

After the night, "Grandma Moon" also felt sorry for the flowers and trees.

She is like dyeing a layer of white on a tree, on a person's hair, on her eyebrows, and on her eyelashes.

It seems that she asked men, women, and children to wear filial piety clothes and hats for the dead flowers and plums.

In the morning, it seemed that the "Sun Father" saw this kind of white vastness, he was probably dissatisfied, and immediately "dragged the white clothes away." ”

Zhang Guangming heard the villagers passing by talking one after another: "Both sides of this road used to be full of flowers, but now they are bare. ”

Everyone couldn't help but feel sad about it.

Zhang Zhishu hurriedly persuaded everyone: Have you all forgotten the ancient poem "The spring breeze blows and grows again"?

Don't be sad, it'll grow again next year!

When the village cadres passed by, they were all indignant.

Zhang Guangming used ancient poems to persuade the team members.

He said, "Believe what the poet once said—"The flowers pass away this autumn, and the buds of the spring come." ”

After hearing Zhang Zhishu's words, the village cadres were in a slightly better mood.

Zhang Guangming said again: Isn't there still a poem - "Dead wood still recurs in spring".

The frustrated village cadres had an epiphany and immediately became energetic.

Wang Meihua said worriedly: Then when the flowers bloom next year, will there be another bad luck?

Her words made everyone uneasy again.

Zhang Guangming said confidently: Next year, it's up to me how I deal with it!