3.20 Sunday

When I woke up, it was already past six o'clock, and it was unclear when it was dawn. When it got up, it was not clear when the rain would stop, and there was no standing water on the ground. After that, go to the village to see the ju. Many people's yards have begun to be demolished, demolished, and used to build new houses.

The woods in front of the yard had been cut down at some point, and only a few rows of small poplar trees were left waiting to die. I lost a lot in my heart, I could never come back to the poplar forest before, I could no longer go to the green canvas to enjoy the coolness, and I could no longer sit under the tree with my friends and eat melons. I waited for a winter, and when I wanted to show my beauty again, I was going to die. In this way, the poplar trees, which were children, were sawn down one by one by their owners, and they could not make a cry of pleading in pain, but only shed tears of farewell. The worst thing is the camphor tree next to my house, which died, and could not even keep its skin, because its skin could be sold for some money. I seemed to hear, see, wander in the sky with the departing trees. Still stubbornly looking for their own leaf stumps. Suddenly it was cloudy, the gap between reality and ideals. I prayed silently.

Breakfast was eaten at home and made by yourself. After dinner, my mother called me to bring her some clothes, and by the way, I took the dog to my grandmother's house to eat leftovers. With his clothes and his dog, he went to the north of the village. When I arrived at the construction site, I met Grandma Li in the village and was talking to her parents about something, I don't know, but the situation is not right. For my part, I don't want to get involved in disputes between elders over interests. I put down my mother's clothes and called the dog to my grandmother's house to eat.

After the dog had finished eating, I went to the construction site again to help with the work I could. Many people in the village walked by me and watched me learn from the mason, some said that it was good, and some said that it was better to learn it than to work as a laborer, and I responded with laughter and silence. An old man came to my house, and I should call him grandfather according to my seniority. He asked me when I would come back, and I replied that yesterday afternoon, he saw that I was studying to build a house, and said that if it was not good, it would affect my studies, and when I was admitted to university, I had culture, and I could enjoy happiness if I found a child from a high-ranking family. I was silent, I knew that the granddaughter of my grandfather's family failed the college entrance examination last year and repeated her studies this year. I also know that her granddaughter's grades are quite good, but when she was admitted to high school. I remembered the experience that made me laugh. One Sunday, when I came back from school, I met an aunt from the same village on the way, who taught me to study hard and marry a good wife. I was speechless. I don't know how much pressure is given by others.

Here came a young man who had nothing to do, from the same village. Q: Does my mother build three buildings at once? Mom replied yes, Mom asked if the construction of his house started? A: No. Mom asked why the construction had not been started, and he said that there was no hurry, the foundation was there, and it would be built when he had time. The situation in my family is different from his, he is married, and my brother is also talking about marriage, and he can't do it without a house. Many children of the same age as my brother in the same village have married families, and I have always been disgusted by the fact that there are people in the village who always like to make fun of other people's affairs when they are fine. Or what he said is right, don't care about what others say, you can say what others like to say, and if you don't listen, your heart will be quiet. No one should look down on anyone, feng shui takes turns. Looking down on others is the same as looking down on yourself.

At noon, a meal at home. I was asked how much I was going to live on, and I didn't say anything, but I only said that I would come back during the Qing Yin Festival, which was about three weeks. After taking the living expenses, I will feel inexplicably guilty. Soon, I packed my belongings and prepared to go back to school.

I only brought an umbrella, a small booklet of English words and physics formulas, all in my pocket, and went out into the street to catch a ride into the city. There was only one car at the stop sign, and it was a driver that I hated. In each case, there was a serious overcrowding, the most serious of which was when a vehicle carrying 12 people could carry as many as 23 people. That's what I used to liken myself to a cargo. There's no way, there's only one car, plus I have to rush to study at night, so I can only take his car, hoping it won't be so seriously overloaded.

The car started and it was time to say goodbye home, but this time it was time to say goodbye to many familiar trees. It's painful to miss them. I still can't see the precursor of poplar budding on the roadside, and I am lost. The peach trees that bloomed on the side of the road suddenly remembered what their peach trees would look like next time they went back.

The intermittent rain outside the car is what I miss them, like a kite with a broken string