The school had a seven-day holiday on the National Day, and the teacher did not arrange when to make up the class in the middle, nor did he assign too much homework.

This makes many students who love learning feel incomprehensible, although the teacher does not assign too much homework, but they can not relax, learning is like sailing against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat.

On the first morning, Mu Chen was still lazy to sleep in bed, and Mu Yang went out in the autumn sun.

He came alone to the railway station bridge, sat on the railroad tracks, and relaxed looking at the beautiful view of the village.

At this time, there will be a thin layer of smoke over the village, which is a spectacular scene caused by the parents of the whole village cooking for their children.

Taking out the Chinese textbook, Mu Yang began to memorize the notes of Yueyang Lou, there was no one in the morning, so he recited aloud without selfishness, as if he had also participated in the banquet that year, and watched Wang Bo display his talent on the paper.

There is no jealousy, only infinite admiration.

After memorizing for more than half an hour, Muyang has memorized the entire article, and the reason why the efficiency is so high is due to the good enlightenment of the childhood Chinese teacher, Muyang has memorized 300 Tang poems in the third grade of primary school, which can be regarded as an alternative child's skill.

It was still early, half a day before lunch, and Muyang headed north along the train tracks.

The train track runs from south to north, and in its glory days, trains would run back and forth five or six times a day, and car after car of net ore became the steel of building the city, and became the money in people's pockets.

In the railway station, the rails are paved with wooden sleepers, and the bridge is made of reinforced concrete stone sleepers, and the structure is more stable.

Muyang would turn around gently every time he saw it, looking behind him, he could see his friends in twos and threes before, but now he turned around and only had a desolate and dilapidated scene, only a train track with no end in sight.

Muyang continued to move forward, and there was still an endless track in sight ahead, splitting the mountains and winding endlessly.

As I walked, I suddenly thought of a childish thing in my heart, and I couldn't help but laugh at myself at the beginning.

It was a winter day, Muyang and his father, who was two years younger than him, were playing on the railroad tracks, Muyang picked up an ice skate, put it on the railroad tracks and observed, and suddenly the train whistle sounded.

Muyang and the little father hurriedly dodged to the side, the train was like a steel snake, whistling, and it was about to come to Muyang, Muyang was stupid.

He thinks the skate he put on will trip the train, and the train will derail, roll down the hillside, smash the houses in the village, and then explode with a devastating blow.

He is the initiator of this disaster, and then the police will come to arrest him, and his parents cry and shout that they don't want the police to take him away, and the police say that if you make a mistake, you have to bear the consequences.

Muyang was stunned, thinking about taking the ice skate away before the train came, but the little father, who was two years younger than him, grabbed his hand and didn't let go, Muyang was very anxious, and saw the train coming.

Muyang couldn't break free and could only close his eyes and wait for the disaster to come, but the train roared by, nothing happened, and he ran to see the ice skate, which had disappeared without a trace.

"It's dangerous!"

I didn't say thank you to my dad back then! I just said that it was dangerous.

On the one hand, it is because of face, and on the other hand, I really don't want to admit my ignorance.

Fortunately, his little father didn't care, and he has been playing with himself in the future.

Thinking about something, I have unconsciously come to the back grave, which is a place next to the entrance of the village, where many people who have lived here sleep.

Muyang no longer went forward, and began to walk towards the entrance of the village, in front of which is the place called Cave No. 1, which is a tunnel, one kilometer deep, and it is rumored that there are homeless people fleeing from the famine, and there are blood-sucking pig-headed bats, Muyang doesn't want to go alone.

When I came to the entrance of the village, Muyang thought about going home, and saw that the sun had risen in mid-air, and estimated that it would be twelve o'clock in another hour or two.

A 70-degree asphalt road, people walk on it particularly briskly, the whole village is good on this road, because this is built by the mining company, every day the first four and eight big cars pull the mine has been passing by, the road is not good.

Entrance to the park.

Muyang saw Senior Sister Zhao Yun, who was older than herself, picking up pine towers from the pine trees at the entrance of the park.

Mu Yang and Zhao Yun are not familiar with each other, they have only met a few times, but Mu Yang has firmly remembered her appearance in her mind, there is no way to meet beautiful girls, every man will be like this.

Don't look at indecent things, don't listen to indecent people, thinking like this in my heart, but I still accidentally saw a touch of snow white leaking from my senior sister's waist, Mu Yang couldn't help but be restless, for the sake of his own health, Mu Yang hurriedly left.

When he got home, Muyang saw his mother in front of him, so he asked his mother curiously.

"How can I cook so early today, it's still far from twelve o'clock."

Muyang's mother rolled up her sleeves and said to Muyang with a smile.

"If you finish it early, you can go to work in the field earlier, you are on vacation, you can sleep quickly after eating at noon, and go to the field to break corn in the afternoon."

Well, Mu Sunshine took care of his studies, and he had completely forgotten that it was the autumn season.

After taking a short nap at noon, Mu Yang took a warm pot, Mu Chen carried a bag of dry food, and followed his mother to the field.

The mountains are golden all over the country, and I haven't been on the ground for a long time since I studied every day, but the two brothers have no unfamiliarity with breaking corn.

Father and grandfather had already cut down all the buds, Mu Chen handed over the dry food and water, and the two of them began to take a break.

Muyang put on gloves and began to break the corn, from east to west, from south to north, and the corn was piled into golden flakes.

Time passed in the full labor, and before I knew it, it was dusk, and the family began to pick up corn, and after picking up a cloth bag, Muyang's father went over to tie the pocket, and it didn't take long for one bag after another to be erected in the field.

Muyang saw Stanley, urea, heart-to-heart, Kim Zhengda, red, yellow, green, all standing in the field, his father carried one cloth bag after another and threw it on the tricycle, Muyang tried to carry a bag of corn, but it didn't move.

Muyang's father saw it and scolded Muyang sharply, not letting him carry the bag.

Muyang was a little unconvinced, but because of his father's majesty, he didn't dare to carry the bag anymore.

Finally, all the corn was carried on the tricycle, and the grandfather of the hall walked home by himself, Mu Yangyang's mother sat in the co-pilot, and the Muyang and Muchen brothers pressed the car on the body.

Bang bang bang, the tricycle started, Muyang saw the sunset in the west, a beautiful one, thinking that today was really a beautiful and fulfilling day, and he couldn't help humming a little song in his mouth.