"Lotus flowers have spirituality! In particular, the first lotus flower that blooms in summer is the fairy flower. Whoever picks it will have good luck! The second uncle pointed to the lotus pond and said to me.

The second uncle told me that in the spring of that year, the owner of Huang Zhuang had a dream that he saw a lotus flower in the pond and a group of fairies came singing. After waking up, the owner of Huang Zhuang could not forget it, and decided to turn this pond into a lotus pond. So, I asked my friends in Hunan to select a batch of high-quality Xianglian and consignment it. Xianglian tossed several times, the water was full of water and dried up, and the mud was planted. The wish lives up to the wishes, and Xianglian gets the sun, moon, rain and dew on the island, sprouts and takes root, and grows strongly. In the summer, the pond is a blue plate, the balls are bright and flawless, the green lotus is flourishing, and the hundred lotuses are gorgeous. In order to facilitate the lotus viewing, the owner of Huang Zhuang took the second uncle and Ajie to set up a lotus viewing corridor in the lotus pond. Every holiday, the pleasant village is very lively, and the guests of the island city who watch the lotus come one after another.

As a native of Xianglian's hometown in the Dongting Lake District, I know that if lotus is planted in the pond, there are not too many fish. It is undoubtedly a great economic loss for the owner of Huang Zhuang to open up such a large pond for fish breeding into a lotus pond. As a fish farmer, I was really surprised to have this taste and feelings. Since then, I have nothing to do with wandering around the lotus pond. I told my second uncle that I must pick the elf flower that can bring good luck!

Under the fruit tree by the lotus pond, there is a net bag for people to rest and sleep.

I especially like this net bag, I think it's the most humane natural bed. It is a primitive shelter and recreation tool that is commonplace on the island, made from shrubs and rattans dried and woven like a large, strong net. Then, choose two trees that are not far away, and tie the two ends of the net bag to the tree with a brown rope to become a "bed" for sleeping and resting. The breeze flows gently, and the net sways with the wind, like a cradle in childhood, like a swing full of memories. When people sleep in it, they will have a lot of good dreams.

That morning, I fell asleep in a mesh bag.

I dreamed of an old friend named Uncle Kishi. He narrowed his eyes and smiled at me, "You escaped too?" He asked. I nodded. "That's fine, everybody is looking for a lifestyle that suits them." Uncle Kishi said.

Kishi Shumoto is an entrepreneur in the island city and has a good life in the island city. A few years ago, I suddenly abandoned my family and business, went to a barren mountain, plunged into it, cut through thorns, built walls and tiles, and planted trees. A few years later, the barren mountains were lush with lush trees, warblers, flying grass, long melons and fruits, and a green landscape painting. One day I went to see him, and when the sun was setting, Uncle Shore and I stood beside the rocks, looking up at the fruit forests and indulging in the scenery.

"Will you ever go back to Island City?" I asked Uncle Kishi.

Uncle Kian leaned against a rock, sucking a hookah. He shook his head and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, "I don't want to go back." He said.

"Why?" I asked, puzzled.

"I have been in the island city for more than ten years, and I have always been full of pride, enthusiasm, and hard work, and I have laid a foundation for the country. When I woke up one morning, I suddenly found myself numb in my limbs, unable to move, unable to even call out for help, and could only look at a gecko on the ceiling with my eyes open in despair...... At that moment, I felt like I was going to die, and I felt that this world was far away from me. I think of all these years of hypocrisy, drinking, humbly and obediently, and calculating with intrigue...... I suddenly found out that I was so tired! This is not the life I want at all! I cried sadly, crying for a life like this. Count my fate, I lay there quietly, and I escaped death. The moment I sat up from my bed, I decided to say goodbye to the island city and look for a new way of living - no, I was here. Uncle An squinted his eyes, smiled at me, and asked, "Isn't it good here?" Will I ever go back? ”

Uncle Kishi's smile was pure.

After a long time, Uncle An's smile was like a warm and soft thorn, hidden in my heart, pricking me from time to time, making me feel a sense of pain. Since then, the thought of escaping the island city has crossed my mind almost every day.

"Talking about journalists—" I heard a voice calling me.

I opened my eyes and saw the owner of Huang Zhuang standing under a tree not far away. I sat up from my net pocket. The owner of Huang Zhuang walked over with a shallow smile on his face. He handed me a golden banana and said, "Freshly picked, naturally ripe, taste new." ”

I took the banana, peeled it off, and took a bite that was sweet.

How's it going? Habitual or not? Big journalist. Huang Zhuang asked me.

"I love life here." I told him excitedly.

Huang Zhuang said: "As long as the big reporter likes it, that's good." ”

"Send me some work." I said sincerely, "If I don't do something, I'm upset." ”

Master Huang looked at me and said, "Big reporter, what can you do?" ”

I said, "Actually, I was also born in the countryside, digging the land to grow vegetables, raising chickens and feeding fish, and I am capable of everything." ”

The owner of Huang Zhuang pondered for a moment, smiled slightly, and said, "Okay, to fulfill your wish to be a farmer." ”

I nodded, "I'm going to be a farmer from today on......" I said to myself.

The owner said, "If you're fine, go with Applejack and open up the wasteland behind the forest—don't say I'm wasting you." ”

I said, "I'd love to be a farmer at Yirenzhuang." ”

The sun shone on the field, and the cotton wool-like clouds floated in the blue sky. In the fields on the edge of the village, a few cows are grazing leisurely. On the trail, the owner of the Yellow Village limped in front of me step by step—I suddenly remembered that moonlit night, the owner of the Yellow Village carried a hoe to the back of the wasteland.

We passed by the chicken coop, where Applejack was crouching, her chin propped up in her hands, looking at something very intently. Seeing us approaching, Applejack smiled and pointed to the chicken pen. I was biting a banana in my mouth and almost sprayed him in the face - it turned out that there was a rooster jumping on the back of a hen in the chicken pen. The rooster was very bold, and he couldn't help the hen to be shy and shirk at all, and did it in front of us. When we arrived, the rooster jumped off the hen's back, annoyed by our interruption, or deliberately flaunted in front of us, clucked at us, and then ran out of the hen's pen and slipped away. The hen also showed us a thousand loveless and helpless looks, flapped her wings a few times, and walked away in a huff.

Huang patted Applejack on the shoulder and asked, "Is it pretty?" ”

Applejack exclaimed, "Although the chicken shed is broken, it can shelter from the wind and rain, although the rooster is ugly, there are many concubines!" He winked at us a little embarrassedly and smiled, "That's ...... Is it rape? He asked us earnestly.

Huang Zhuang said: "You spend most of your day studying this thing? ”

I laughed and said, "If the rooster goes against the hen's will, of course it counts as rape." ”

"Will the rooster be punished?" Applejack asks.

"If the hen reports the rooster, of course it will." Huang Zhuang said.

"Then who will judge?" Applejack asks.

"You can judge!" Huang Zhuang said with a smile.

"How am I ...... Trial? Applejack looks confused.

"That depends on what you're thinking." Huang Zhuang said.

I burst into tears with laughter. Come to think of it, Lord Huang Zhuang is also right, many things in nature are indeed judged by human beings as the primates of all things - human beings are domineering, they judge completely by their own feelings, even if it is unreasonable, they will be high-sounding.

A native of Sichuan, Ajie was expelled from school in her second year of junior high school for skipping school due to internet addiction. He ran away from home and came to the island city to look for a job, but fell into an Internet café in the island city. His highest record was to eat and sleep in an Internet café without leaving the machine for half a month, and his body was sour, until the owner of the Internet café could not bear to kick him out of the Internet café. That year, the owner of Huang Zhuang built a village and needed a helper, so he happened to meet Ajie who was living on the street, and after a chat, he brought him back to the village. Ajie is also sensible, grateful for the kindness of the owner of the Huang Zhuang, recognizes the owner of the Huang Zhuang as the eldest brother, and assists the owner of the Huang Zhuang to open up the wasteland and build the village, and is loyal. He was short, strong, and capable. In particular, he can bear hardships and stand hard work, whether he goes to the pond to clean up the dirt, dig the ground to plant vegetables, cast nets and fish, everything is done well, and he is deeply liked by the owner of Huang Zhuang.

"Come on, bring this tree down, or it will be impossible to save the chicken's life." The owner pointed to a dying bowl of casuarinas on the side of the chicken coop and said to Applejack and me.

Together, we brought the tree down.

The owner of the Huang Zhuang looked at the casuarinas on the ground, and then at the one-meter-high chicken coop, thoughtfully. "This chicken coop is not very stable, can you put it on the roof of the shed to help the shed beams put some force?" The owner of Huang Zhuang smiled at us, "Does this count as waste reuse?" ”

I nodded and said, "Of course." So, we lifted the casuarinas and put them on the roof of the shed, but the roof had a slope, and the walls on both sides were one high and one low, and Applejack asked, "Is the tree up or down?" ”

Huang Zhuang glanced at Applejack and asked, "Does the human head grow on top or underneath?" ”

"Head-up, of course." Applejack said.

"What about the trees?"

"It's also head-up, too."

"yes, how can you put the head of a tree underneath?"

"But how ugly it is for this tree root to be exposed!"

The owner of Huang Zhuang did not speak, he went to the bungalow and found a machete, and cut off the branches and roots of the tree with three strokes and five divisions. We then worked together to lift the dead tree and put it on both sides of the walls of the chicken coop. "Isn't that ugly?" The owner of Huang Zhuang patted the dust on his hands and asked us.

"It's not ugly." Applejack laughs.

I said, "Pretty good." ”

The owner of the yellow village found some iron wires and tied the two ends of the casuarina to the beam of the shed. When he was done, he said to us, "A dead tree is also a tree, and if it is a tree, it should be as it was intended." You can't look at the appearance of things, you have to be particular. If you are exquisite, you will be smooth, and if you are obedient, it will make sense, and this truth is to conform to heaven and earth. ”

Lord Huang's words were quite philosophical, and I nodded in admiration. Once again, I feel that the owner of Huang Zhuang is definitely not a simple person who rents a pond to raise fish.

After taking care of the chicken coop, Huang took Applejack and me to dig in the wasteland for a while. The owner of Huang Zhuang is undoubtedly a farmer, leveling the soil and collecting the ditches, and he is very skillful in arranging the new land that Ajie and I dug up into a vegetable field. "Tomorrow, I can let the second uncle fertilize and sow seeds, and grow a few kinds of vegetables." The owner of Huang Zhuang said to me and Applejack, "A variety of wild vegetables, easy to take care of, and not to provoke insects...... You guys help clean up the chicken and duck droppings...... You can eat the vegetables grown by the farm's manure with confidence! ”

I nodded yes.

The morning ended with a happy busyness.

When we returned to the front yard, the second uncle's meal had already been prepared and served on the wooden table under the loquat tree.

Small white flowers poke out from among the huge green leaves of the loquat tree, and two butterflies linger between the leaves. Nini, the idle puppy, seemed to have spotted some target, like a yellow ball, running down the trail in a hurry. The four of us sat around the wooden table under the loquat tree and finished lunch, the radio hanging by the second uncle around his neck was beating the gongs and drums and choking the huqin......

The courtyard at noon is quiet and serene.

In the shade under the loquat tree, the breeze carries wisps of lotus fragrance to refresh people's hearts.

A few limericks came to my mind, and I got up and walked over to the old wall, and wrote them on the blackboard with the half of the chalk head. Applejack walked over and read word by word:

Four people, two butterflies, one dog

The breeze is coming slowly, and the play is leisurely

No city hustle and bustle

Don't run for fame and fortune

Just enjoy the silence

Turn loneliness into poetry

See the world through......

Applejack learns the tone of the Chinese teacher in class, and she reads it in a low voice, which makes us laugh.

I glanced at the lotus pond, summer is coming!

Summer is coming, and I am waiting for the first lotus flower in the lotus pond, it must be the fairy flower of my destiny.