Then it's like archery, swishing towards me on the surface of the water, I think it's funny when I see these long worms like a game, fontanelle, this puddle will be filled in a few days, see you are still beautiful?!

I didn't wait for the worms to come, I headed south. I've said many times that we still have a lot of worms here, but they're all relatively fine. Anyway, I'm not afraid of worms, even if they rush and I jump away with a slight jump, they won't rush to my instep.

Further south, on the west side of the road, there was an irrigation canal that was out of the ground, but it was all deserted, and I saw that many places had been dug up, and many half-cut brick bumps were exposed.

I walked a little way, and when I looked at it, I found a problem: there was no irrigation ditch on the east side of the road, and there was no shallow ditch with water, but there were all on the west side of the road, and the shallow ditch was not shallow, and there was not deep water in it.

I took the poplar tree and looked into the ditch, and I didn't want to move the toad in the grass, which might have been angry, so I jumped up, and threw a stream of white, hot urine at my instep, and ran headlong into the water.

Fortunately, I was wearing sandals, and when I heard that the toad urine was not dirty, I took off my shoes and wiped them back and forth on the scarred grass on the side of the road, pinched a few poplar leaves, and wiped the instep of my feet.

In front of it is thirty-three acres of land, and my family's piece of cotton is planted here. Not far away, there is a machine well room, and a small pine tree is planted in front of it, and the pine tree does not know what is wrong, it is very crooked, and it survived.

Just to the east of the road opposite the well room, there was a very thick gray telephone pole, which was so high that I had to raise my head hard to see the black, thick wire at the top of the pole.

I guess it's a high-voltage power line, because it's not windy at all, but I can clearly hear the hum coming from this pole when I stand under the pole. I've always had a thought, the middle of this pole is empty, and the top thin end is also empty, will there be worms in it?

So I've always thought it was possible. Every time I see someone with a step on his feet and a wide cable tie around his waist, climbing up the pole one by one, I think that the worm in the pole is slowly climbing from the bottom to the top, just like this person. By the time the man climbed to the top, the worm was just right. Then the human hand stretched out along the hole, and the worm opened its mouth and swallowed the man's arm......

It's just my imagination, on the contrary, every time that person is safe, there is nothing that grows worms and does not grow worms.

More than a mile ahead, on the east side of the road, is the elementary school, which has three rows of school houses, and at the end is a two-story bungalow, which is very old, and the walls are covered with green moss and tiles.

There are several rows of poplar trees on campus, and they are also tall and large, almost exactly like the ones on the side of the road. The front row is a red brick house, and in the middle of the aisle, the black big iron bell for classes hangs outside this aisle.

Maybe after a while, the bell will be ringed by the teacher. In front of it, there is a row of blue brick tiled houses, and the outermost two rooms are inhabited by an old man surnamed Pan, and the door is open to the west road.

I don't want to go any further, and if I go any further, I will have to run to another village. Another point, I have to say, in the boxy field behind this schoolhouse, I don't know whose family, not even a crop was planted, but planted a large small dustpan willow tree, this thing is a single seedling, straight up, with two rows of thin flat leaves on the side.

This leaf is amazing, my mother is very fond of it, every time she comes back from working in the field, she will go around with the basket, pick up those dustpan willow leaves, and then take it back and wash it with water on the well, and put it in the pot to boil tea and drink.

Don't say it, this dustpan willow leaf tea boiled out, not only the color is shiny red, but also extremely smooth to drink, and there is a slightly sweet stamina in the mouth, plus the steamed noodles made by my mother, I eat very comfortably every time.

It seems to be really dark now. Maybe it's too cloudy, and I wanted to wait for the bell to ring, and when the students who were older than me with their school bags rushed out like a flood, I could run home with them, but I had been waiting for a long time and I didn't hear the bell ring.

Is it getting late now, otherwise how would it get dark? I think I'm misremembering the time, and when I came out, it must have been dusk, and I didn't get to the elementary school until I had walked so far.

It seemed to be really dark, and I walked back. The wind was blowing, it was not strong, but it was evident that it was blowing from the northeast, and the tall crops in the field could be seen shaking.

There is a dirt road to the east on the edge of the dustpan willow field, which is not wide, but it can easily get off a large tractor. I stood at the intersection of the dirt road and the road, and looked as far east as I could, but I didn't expect that the road was so straight that it kept going east.

To the east is the hill with countless large and small mass graves, the terrain on this hill is relatively high, and there are now a lot of peach millet planted there, as well as those unknown wild trees, which makes this hill look even more vast and dark.

I glanced at it, and it was getting darker, and there was no one walking along the way, so I wanted to go home quickly, because I heard the grunting sound in my stomach - I was hungry.

However, just as I was about to turn my gaze away, I saw a sudden bright light slowly rising from the peach field on the side of the dirt road on the hill. And the light seemed to be golden, and there was a layer of white mist around it.

I quickly fixed my eyes to see that it was really bright light, but the light floated up to the height of a telephone pole, and it hung so steadily, as if there was suddenly a glowing thing in that place, illuminating it brightly.

Although my eyesight was excellent, I was at least four or five miles away, and all I could see was a golden light, hanging there, motionless. Originally, I thought it was the light and shadow of the Great Oriental Red tractor in the distance, but I listened carefully, and there was no sound except for the small sound of the wind, not even a personal voice or footsteps.

So, what is this glittering golden light? Or, what treasure is buried in that piece of ground? My heart moved, I had a plan, I must find a time to go over and take a look.