The early summer is passing gently, and the mango seed is quietly coming. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Standing on the ridge of the field, looking at it, the whole wheat field, dressed in bright orange and orange gold, is beautiful! If at this time, a strong wind blows, the wind sets off layers of wheat waves, and the wheat waves roll out a few times, rolling out a faint wheat fragrance, it can be tempting! Look carefully at the straight wheat mang, dragging the full wheat grains, joyfully erect, it can be spectacular!

This season is a lively season. The sky was slightly white, and before the rooster crowed, the industrious peasants had to bring sickles, push carts, and lead old oxen, racing against time to rush to the wheat fields to harvest wheat. For them, the time to grab wheat is precious, and it is obviously not cost-effective to lose a lot of wheat if they lose a moment less, and they will miss the time to sow early rice. Early in the morning, they were racing against time, sweating like rain, and were busy in the wheat fields! Their rough hands, which had worked for many years, held the sickles, and came and went freely, and in a few moments the carts were full of bundles of wheat stalks. The old scalper also blossomed, "moo, moo", humming a minor tune, pulling the cart, flicking his tail happily, and holding his mouth.

After the mango planting, it is a rare leisurely time, the wheat is broken into grains and put into the warehouse, the early rice is separated and the field is planted, the important farm work is basically completed in time, and the irrelevant farm work cannot be done because the season has not arrived. At this time, the weather also began to be hot, the summer cicadas were lying on the trees and making noise, the toads were hugging in a group, and the fish and shrimp in the river couldn't bear it anymore and relaxed their vigilance.

Leisurely adults will take out the beer soaked in the well in advance in a hanging basket from the cool well, and then take out a few pickled chili peppers and sour cowpeas from their own jars, find a shady aisle, gather together, chatter, play cards, grab a handful of chili peppers, drink wine, and spend the scorching afternoon of the red sun leisurely, and at the same time treat yourself to a tired self. Innocent children, have their own happy country, between the mountains and rivers, walking on the edge of the strange, playing in the river beach of Yunnan, playing in it, enjoying it, enjoying themselves, happy endlessly, endlessly.

I especially remember that the happiest thing is the "empty line fishing stupid shrimp" thing, every time I think of it, I often smile from ear to ear, the happiness at that time is very simple, taken from nature, taste in life.

Here, I would like to ask you a question: "How many legs does a lobster have?" In fact, this kind of question cannot be accurately answered by people who have not really experienced it.

On a sunny day in May that year, the third son of the next door got up early, and knocked on the arched round hole door of my house with the prepared tools. I got up sleepily and asked him, "Is there anything about Moss?"

Xiao Sanzi looked very excited, and urged me urgently: "It's hot, the water is hot, the 'red shell' is going to come out of the hole, let's go lobster fishing." ”

The "red shell" is very afraid of the heat, and when the temperature is high, it cannot bear it, so it always has to run out and walk around, and if it encounters "food" on the way, it will feast on it and forget who it is.

After walking about a mile, we came to the reservoir next to the "Bashan Reservoir", why did we choose the reservoir? It is because the pond is thick with mud and many water and grasses, which is conducive to the "red shell" to make holes and grow, and there are several large poplar trees next to the pond that are suitable for us to sit there and hide from the scorching sun.

We take out the water bamboo poles that we have prepared in advance, the woolen balls, and the most important "bait" - screws, frogs. I took out a knife and dug out a groove at one end of the bamboo pole, then cut off the wool that was not long or short, carefully tied it to the groove I had just dug, and then submerged the bamboo pole into the water along with the tied wool, soaked in the time of a song, and the simple fishing tool was ready. Then in the most "cruel" way of handling the material, we first found a few stones in the pool, put the frog or screw on the stone, pressed it with our hands, and steadied it, and with the other hand we picked up the stone and smashed it until there was no "croaking", and then we used a knife to remove the skin of the frog, revealing the blood-red flesh, and tied it to the other end of the freshly soaked yarn, so that the tools were all ready.

We will repeat the above work, and the more rods we make, the more hope we have. Let's observe first, choose a few rods next to the aquatic weeds, these rods are not used for fishing but for luring. When the "bait" tied to these rods enters the water, it will release the smell of blood, which will gradually disperse under the influence of the undulating lake, and when they diffuse to a certain extent, then the good show begins.

Obviously, we'll see bubbles coming out of the mud, one, two, and in the end, a lot more, and then the "red shells" can't bear it anymore and are going to start moving, and if the temperature is a little higher, the "red shells" can't wait to come out and hang out, and that's exactly what we want.

"Look, there's one, there's one there. I happily pulled the little third son, and excitedly pointed to a little red in the turbid pool water.

"I'm really lucky, I can get a good deal this time. The little third son also seemed excited, and unconsciously put down the bamboo pole in his hand.

"Look, it's moving, there's it, bring it up. I shouted to the little third son to lift the bamboo pole next to him that was constantly being pulled, for fear that the "red shell" in his hand would slip away.

Xiao Sanzi carefully picked up the water bamboo pole and tentatively dragged it back, and the yarn shook and stopped.

I was stunned, and said to the little third son regretfully: "This guy is not stupid! ”

Xiao Sanzi smiled: "The red shell is stupid, it was the animal's instinctive emergency response just now, wait to see the show! I'll show you an empty line fishing for stupid shrimp." ”

Sure enough, in less than a minute, the yarn began to move again, presumably the "red shell" did not enjoy it, and came to explore the tiger's den again. The yarn is tightened more and more, but fortunately, the bamboo pole is inserted in the soil and is not easy to be pulled. I think this "red shell" is a bit interesting, it's not enough to eat yourself, and I want to pack it and take it away.

Xiao Sanzi was in a hurry, and quickly lifted the rod with lightning speed, only to see a burnt crimson "red shell" dehydrated and landed on the shore accurately. Realizing the danger coming, the "red shell" raised two large red claws, and after bouncing on the shore a few times, he obediently became a prisoner.

The efficiency of the little three sons is very high, one after another, the "red shells" are dehydrated one after another, and in less than three hours, a pot of silly "red shells" is fully fished.

Before you know it, the sun rises higher and the sun is more vicious. The shadow of the big poplar tree also moved in a few directions with the sunlight. The basin we brought was already full of "red shells", a piece of red.

The third son turned to me seriously at this time, and said regretfully: "In a few days, you will leave, and I don't know when we will meet again?"

I was also a little sad, but this was due to family reasons, I had to go, and when I saw the "red shell" full of the basin, I didn't want to spoil the scenery, so I comforted him: "I will come back in the future, but I will go to school in the city." ”

"Let's go! It's all fate, just like the 'red shell' in this pool, knowing that there is danger and still coming out to find food, it's all fate!" Xiao Sanzi lowered his head, looked at the pool noodles full of blood, and squeezed out a sentence after a few minutes: "Let me perform a stunt for you, I hope you can remember me after you leave!"

Xiao Sanzi put away all the bamboo poles in the pool, then took out the longest one from them, cut off the end of the "bait" with a knife, and tied it with a piece of gravel that had just smashed the "bait". He raised the water bamboo pole high, looked at me, and shouted at me: "Chao, remember this trick and do 'empty line fishing stupid shrimp'." He carefully lowered the rod tied to the stone and placed it next to the largest clump of aquatic weeds in the middle of the pool, his eyes less sad and more expectant.

I quietly watched every detail of the little third son's work, and I also wanted to see this stunt.

Water ripples ripple out in the center of the water wave, one or two circles, more and more violent, "plop", only to see a huge blister emerging from the place where the water bamboo pole is put down, the blister slowly rises, and it breaks as soon as it touches the water surface.

Xiao Sanzi smiled at me, and with a quick pull of his hand, I saw a "red shell" that was larger than any in the basin cleverly tied to the wool and swinging in the air, and the original stone was gone.

I covered my mouth in surprise and asked him curiously, "This is impossible, how can it be done?"

Xiao Sanzi was silent for a moment, his eyes were deep, and he asked me a question: "Do you know how many legs the 'Red Shell' has?"

I shook my head.

He did not respond.

As the sun sets, a sentence becomes an empty concern!

The Crying Field

The third son died, saving people from drowning.

I learned that the third son had drowned on a dry day in June when I was just admitted to the best high school in Yellowstone City. The people in the village asked someone to bring news to my family, and let us go back to the ancestral hall for a memorial service to mourn the third son who sacrificed himself.

That June, the scorching sun was scorching, there was not a trace of cool breeze, and even the electric fan blew hot air. The hometown is located next to the Yangtze River, the water vapor is very heavy, coupled with the high temperature, the weather seems unusually sultry, like trapping people in a giant steamer that envelops the whole of Hubei, steaming people, are breathless.

The bus full of white strips, the desolate suona, and the mournful big drum gong, solemnly sent the light black box containing the ashes of the little third son back to his hometown. The old man in the village placed the urn in the middle of the incense case full of candle oil ashes in the ancestral hall, saying that he would see off the little third son according to the method of the countrymen, so that the little third son could be like a devil in the underworld, and there was some momentum.

The memorial service was held for three days, and the Taoist priest in the blue robe and flower face who was invited to hold a sandalwood sword jumped around the charcoal fire and also said strange three-day rituals. In this way, we carried the little third son up the mountain, erected a monument, and let him rest in the land he loved all his life. I think he is lying down with a smile, the fallen leaves return to the roots, turning into spring mud to protect the flowers, presumably he has become an elf, and he has become the guardian of the green mountains and green waters with strong love.

There has always been a rule in the village that the things used by the deceased before their death should be burned for good luck. My father knew that I had an iron relationship with my third son when I was a child, and there were things about him in my hometown, so I asked me to clean it up quickly.

In the backyard of my hometown, a few poplar trees planted in the early years have grown into a green and quiet mass after more than ten years of wind and rain. The fluffy poplar tree held up its heavy leaves, and stretched out countless charcoal-like branches to the gray sky, like a terminally ill patient, as if crying bitterly. I don't know when some spiders with teeth and claws are ushered in among the intertwined branches, covered with spider webs. Occasionally, a gust of wind blows, and the dappled shadows of the trees will tremble slightly, and the thick green leaves rustle, as if singing an elegy.

I set up a ball of firewood and threw the things I had memories with my little third son into the fire one by one. Watching the raging fire turn that beautiful memory into ashes like a vicious beast in an instant, my heart felt as if it was burning in the fire, and it was very uncomfortable. When I saw the familiar tools in the corner of the courtyard, my eyes were soaked, and I said that I should not burn my soul anymore, and I would keep those things no matter what.

"Chao, the bullfrog screamed fiercely last night, there must be something good in the field tonight, I'll take you there!" Xiao Sanzi said to me as he seemed to be very excited.

"Okay, okay!" I was a little excited.

"We need sticks to beat dogs, we need nets to catch fish, and this time, again, we need tools. "The third son is always so confident, simple and down-to-earth.

We found a discarded broken umbrella and a few flowering old toothbrushes from the old firewood house, as well as a toolbox from the little third son's house and a few bamboo poles from the roadside. Xiao Sanzi simply removed the entire set of umbrella bones neatly and put them on the ground to flatten them. Then take out the "vise" from the toolbox, cut off three of the whole set of umbrella bones, and then twist the three umbrella bones into small sections according to half the length of the little finger, and put them neatly aside. This basic tool material is ready!

Once you have the tools and materials, you can start doing it. I took out the knife and shaved off the hairs of both old toothbrushes little by little, leaving the bare handles. The third son was very lucky, he took out a whetstone, drank saliva and sprayed it, and then pressed the half of the little thumb-length umbrella bone that had just been cut off on the whetstone, grinding one end back and forth. As long as the effort is deep, the iron pestle is sharpened into a needle, not to mention a few umbrella bones, only one afternoon, we grind twenty or thirty, and the roots are like embroidery needles.

The installation starts after the material is processed, which is a technical job that can only be completed quickly by eye disease. Xiao Sanzi pressed the toothbrush that I had shaved with his foot, clamped the sharpened umbrella bone with a vise with one hand, and handed the unpolished end to the fire to burn, but it could not be burned, and the time should be controlled. When it is almost burned, immediately insert it into the handle of the toothbrush, one, two, the root is impartial and just right. Striking while the iron was hot, the sweaty little third son hurriedly inserted the toothbrush full of thorns into the hollow tube of the bamboo pole and tied it with a rope, revealing only the sharpest thorns. In this way, everything is ready, only the east wind is owed, and we look forward to the sky curtaining, and the good show is about to begin.

The silence of the night quietly hypnotized the earth, and a carnival belonging to rural children began.

We walked confidently in the open field with the powerful light of the electric lamp, and the loud sound of bullfrogs was heard in our ears from time to time. The bullfrog's voice is not a little noisy, but the more noisy it is, the happier we are, and the happier we are, the faster we go.

Before we knew it, we were in a paddy field where early rice was planted. Our arrival brought joy to the quiet paddy fields, and the fields splashed from time to time.

"Look, there's one there. "I pushed the little third son and whispered.

"This mud thief is on fire, don't alarm it, let me do it quietly. The little third son's eyes were accurate, and he saw the loaches "admiring the moon" in the field at a glance.

Xiao Sanzi approached quietly, took out the barbed toothbrush full, held it high in the air, and aimed. "Whew", and in an instant, the sharp umbrella bone pierced the slippery mud and caught it.

"Wow! you're amazing. "I marveled at Xiao Sanzi's skillful skills, one grasp at a time, and never missed.

The movement just now was a bit loud, and the fields began to stir, and countless mud scurried everywhere, some bricking into the mud, some jumping up the water, and some just sitting and waiting to die.

I also wanted to experience the fun of catching loaches with a toothbrush, so I took out another bamboo pole, looked for it, hit it when I found it, and beat the cement loach, but I didn't catch one of them. At this moment, not far ahead, I seemed to see a large one, as long as an arm, and it seemed to be quietly enjoying the moonlight, completely unaware that I was coming.

I tiptoed enough, and I found that the bamboo pole could not reach, and even if I could, I could not force it down. I thought of getting into the water so I could get closer. I quickly took off my shoes and tentatively dived into the water, step by step, full of forward, my eyes looking straight at the big one. Great, this is the position, I hold the barbed toothbrush high, follow the example of the little three, and confidently insert it down. This time, I clearly remember inserting it accurately and impartially, but I regretted it, and at the moment when the toothbrush entered the water, I saw the big guy, the body was reddish-brown, maybe the moonlight was not strong, and I didn't even realize that it was a snake.

I annoyed the guy who was enjoying the moonlight, and it gave me a hard bite and slipped away. "Little Sanzi, I was bitten by a snake!" I started crying, thinking that I was poisoned and was going to die.

The little third son, who was concentrating on catching mud on the opposite side, heard me crying, and jumped into the water without taking off his shoes, he helped me ashore, without saying a word, lifted his trouser legs, sucked my blood, sucked and vomited, tossed for a long time, he was also tired and sweaty, frightened.

He told me comfortingly: "The wound is just a row of tooth holes, it should be the most common water snake bite, this snake is not venomous, don't worry, I just sucked out the bruises, and I will be fine after resting for a while." He smiled at me with a row of bloodied red teeth. It's the most beautiful smile I've ever seen.

"Little Sanzi, thank you!" I stopped crying and said gratefully.

"Don't thank me, we're going to be good brothers for life, remember, for life. ”

The soft and faint moonlight poured into the paddy fields like flowing water, so pure, so lovely, so selfless. The silent hill is like a great wall made of steel, guarding the natural and peaceful village.

The third son died, saving people from drowning.

Under the moon at night, a sentence became an empty concern