Facing the loess with his back to the sky, he worked hard and worked hard.

Day and night to help each other, Toyota fills the barn.

Working in the fields is a constant sweat for generations.

"The fragrance of rice flowers says a good year, and listens to the sound of frogs", which is the dream of "planting a grain of millet in spring and harvesting 10,000 seeds in autumn".

The weather is slowly getting cooler, and autumn is long overdue.

Early in the morning, Lin Haimei put on her back basket, and she was going to the field to pick mulberry leaves to feed the silkworms. The weather forecast says there will be showers in the afternoon. On rainy days, it is wet and wet, and it is not easy to pick mulberry leaves.

The morning breeze was cool, blowing Lin Haimei's full forehead, and the short hair that lifted her forehead fluttered in the wind. Pink face and peach cheeks, round and bright eyes. The corners of her eyes are slightly raised, her eyebrows are picturesque and have a little more charm, and there is a sense of charm between her eyebrows. This mirrors the word "charming" in her name.

On the ridges, the early morning dew wet Lin Haimei's sandals and trouser legs.

"These shoes are too slippery," she says, taking off her sandals and rolling up her trousers. Slip down the ridge and take a few steps to the mulberry tree.

The tender green mulberry leaves reveal a sense of first-come, first-served sorting.

The leaves that grow first become old and hard, and the young silkworms can't bite and don't like to eat, but they can generally be picked at low places. Lin Haimei climbed the mulberry tree, pinched the mulberry branch with her fingers, and slowly moved her fingers to the tip. At the same time, this hand bends the mulberry branch inward, and the other hand holds the tip, and the tender mulberry leaf is picked.

Because the branches of the mulberry tree are strong and will not be broken.

After a few rounds, Lin Haimei felt a little tired. She sat among the trees, wanting to rest for a while.

The mulberry trees in front of me are artificially spaced evenly spaced and planted on the ridges of different heights adjacent to the slopes in the innermost part of the rice field.

Stout mulberry trees, full of green mulberry leaves, are very spectacular. It's like arranging guards to stand guard in the golden rice fields.

A gust of wind dried the sweat on Lin Haimei's forehead, and there was a cool feeling on her back. She wanted to sit in the trees for a little longer, because in the mountains, the wind blew back and forth a few more times, and the clothes would dry naturally.

In the fields, the golden rice paddies are blowing, and each rice stalk is rhythmic with everyone. Like countless ballet dancers, one by one, they bent down, leaving dents on the surface of the golden rice fields. The shape of the dents, layered on top of each other, is fleeting. Like the wind, it is gone.

Lin Haimei is a pity that she doesn't have a camera, if she captures this moment, how beautiful it would be!

Lin Haimei's feet were a little numb, she stood up and jumped off the mulberry tree. I hooked some young leaves in the lower places with a sickle, and the mulberry leaves filled the back basket, but I didn't feel the heaviness.

"The body is as light as a leaf", I wish to come this way. Lin Haimei doesn't want to be a leaf of life, too light, rootless, floating in the wind. She wants to be the tree pole of life, born with the sun, and pointing to the blue sky. The wind and drizzle, left and right. Even if there is a strong wind and rain, it will not hurt the deep roots of the tree pole.

The young silkworms are getting bigger and bigger day by day. Lin Haimei stared at them every day, and she didn't feel that she had grown long, but the mulberry leaves she ate were getting more and more day by day. Maybe the silkworms grew up secretly at night, she thought.

In the innermost room on the second floor, two rows of bamboo frames were erected, and four bamboo strips were tied horizontally on the upright bamboo frames. The rectangular slabs rest on the bamboo frame. The sliver is supplemented with silkworm paper to prevent the young silkworms from falling through the gaps in the sliver. Dense silkworms squirm on it. When the young silkworms are a little older, they are placed directly on the slivers.

Lin Haimei looked at the gradually increasing slabs in front of her, and the small silkworms on them that were getting bigger and bigger and thinner and thinner.

She remembered that when the silkworms were at their largest, the house was filled with the rustle of their gnawing mulberry leaves. The ground was also full of silkworms. "By the time these autumn silkworms grow up and bear fruit, I will already go to school," Lin Haimei imagined when the autumn silkworms were fruiting, and her mother and sister would be busy.

Lin Haimei walked out of the silkworm house and stood on the balcony, looking out at the distant mountains and overlooking the undulating mountain tops.

Every day, the sun rises in the early morning, and the morning sun sweeps over the mountain tops and spreads over the valleys, welcoming the toilers to the fields. Everywhere the sun went, it left a golden glow, and the laughter of the people was soaked with the warm smell of the sun. Finally, the sun shines behind the peaks, and the moon and stars take to the stage of the night.

Time slowly slipped through the cracks of the fingers. Complete the eternal replacement of day and night.

"Second sister, come down to stir-fry, wait for my mother and second brother to come back for breakfast", Lin Shiqin's shout came through the corridor.

"Down, right away!" Footsteps clattered across the balcony, stumbling down the stairs, and Lin Haimei arrived in the kitchen.

The flames escaped from the stove door, and the light of the fire reflected on Shiqin's already ruddy face, which was like two fiery apples. The flames were big and hot, and her eyes were slightly glazed.

The firewood was hard and the bottom of the pot was green, so Lin Haimei hurriedly poured the vegetable oil and put in the ginger and garlic slices. After frying, pour in the lean meat, stir-fry twice, pour the shredded chili pepper over the lean meat, and cover the pot. After two or three minutes, she lifts the lid and pours in a little light soy sauce to color. Add the garlic sprouts and stir-fry two or three times. The aroma of the meat wrapped in chili sauce rushed straight to the door.

Rhubarb ran in with his tail wagging his tail.

On the large round table, the fried lean pork with chili peppers is bubbling with an authentic aroma. The foldable large round table has simple lines and an elegant lacquer surface with a pearl-red dark light.

My sister served fried garlic tips, fish-flavored eggplant, and cold cucumber preserved eggs.

On TV, the hit drama "The Legend of the New White Lady" was playing, and the melodious and tactful tune floated out of the courtyard and fell on the ears of people who came and went.

Erhua and his mother hurried in from outside, the hot sun was left behind, and both of them left traces of sweat on their faces.

Mother Yang Osmanthus's skin is very white, and her slightly chubby body shows the whiteness of her skin. The hair is jet-black, soft and thick. Ear-length short hair, always fluttering in sweaty labor.

Mom's eyes are big, and she must have had a lot of stars when she was young. He has a soft gaze and a kind face, and never scolds or hits anyone.

"Look at you, why don't you have a long memory? Don't do that next time! Then he raised his beating hand, pretending to fall, and the person who usually made the mistake had already run away, and his mother's hand was still in the air.

"Cook more meals in the evening, Yirong and your father are coming back", Mom stopped drinking porridge and looked up to Lin Haimei and said.

"Tomorrow I get up early to build grain, and go to bed early at night", my mother's words are all said when the farm is busy, and everyone consciously does not watch TV at night and goes to bed early.

At three o'clock in the morning, rhubarb barked in the yard.

"Go away, go away, the black light is blind, don't get in the way", Dad Lin Xian reprimanded Rhubarb loudly.

"Dad, what else do you need to bring?" the eldest brother asked Dad.

"You carry half a bucket, I carry the block seat, and Erhua picks up the empty burden", after Dad commanded one by one, the footsteps gradually disappeared from one end of the dam to the other.

Mom didn't get up early today because of low back pain.

An hour later, my mother's shout downstairs came to the second floor, "Erya, Xiaoya, get up, go back to the grain", the wooden building is not soundproofed.

"Oh, yes"! The two sisters rubbed their sleepy eyes.

The night sky in the early hours of the morning was silent with a sound sleep before dawn.

A full moon hung diagonally on the top of the opposite hill, and countless small stars twinkled around the moon. Like tears of longing flying out of Chang'e's eyes, they became diamonds in the night sky.

The deep silence of the sky, the falling moonlight between the forests and mountains, was whistling and swaying by the mountain wind, making a "whine" sound.

"Second sister, will it rain"! Shiqin said worriedly when she heard the wind, and her feet were still walking one step deeper and one shallower.

"No, the forest is big, and the wind is like this", Hai Mei replied to her sister while staring at the white stone staircase in front of her. The height of the fall was different, and her thighs felt a kind of pulling pain.

"Isn't there a saying, in the morning, the sun shines, and the tea is boiled with cold water. At night, the sun shines, and the frogs are sunburned. Yesterday evening's glow was as red as a fireball", Lin Haimei jumped down and explained to her sister.

"Little girl, find a stick to explore the way, and be careful when you run into the shuttle in the cold"

Hai Mei picked up a lost corn stalk in the potato field and handed it to her sister.

The two sisters walked through the woods, jumped over the slopes, and finally came to the edge of the rice field where their father had laid the grain, accompanied by night birds.

The layers of terraced fields are like a crescent moon, arranged in an orderly manner on the peak veins. It seems to be on the back of the peak vein, weaving a golden brocade silk.

Under the moonlight, the brocade looms.

The rice rose and fell in the hands of my father and eldest brother, and the sound of "clicking" was endless.

Under the moonlight, Dad's back was slightly hunched, and a sweat handkerchief was on his shoulder, becoming more and more obedient. The speed at which Dad raises his hand is slower than that of Big Brother, and the curvature of Dad's hand is not as high as that of Big Brother. The aging father, in the daily labor, slowly stood in the position of help.

The eldest brother's straight waist was like a strong pine, raising his falling hand, but did not bend his waist. The ups and downs of his valley are dense and urgent, and Dad's is thin and soft.

The second brother struggled to cut rice in the field. It's slow, and I can't keep up with the speed of the valley. The eldest brother's imminent pursuit forced the second brother to move forward.

Under the moonlight, the angle of the second brother's waist and legs has been maintained at 90 degrees.

Only then will he not be exhausted by frequent bending and stretching. On his back, the moon evenly smeared with a soft glow.

Behind him, handfuls of straw lay obediently in the rice field, letting the moonlight caress its cut sorrow.

"Boss, you come to build millet with Dad, I'll go pick hairy millet and go back", the eldest brother and Dad stopped.

After the two of them emptied all the wool grains in half a bucket with a sack, they dragged half a bucket towards the figure of the second brother.

The second brother finally straightened up, and he thumped his back with his hand. Turning around, he walked towards where the eldest brother was standing.

Lin Haimei took over the position of the second brother. Shiqin carved out a field in another corner.

Lin Haimei cut rice faster than the second brother. She held a scythe in her hand, like a saw, and sawed at the rice in a burst. Her waist stretched and bent, her hands did not stop, and she could only hear the whirring sound of rice harvesting, rising and falling in her ears.

A line of fish belly white was revealed in the sky, and the morning light slowly climbed to the top of the mountain. The people who worked, while sweating like water, waited with their residual light, and the grand moment when the morning light stood on the top of the mountain.

The decoration of the top of the mountain became more and more intense, first a line of red light, then a cloud of red light, then a red light, and finally a red light all over the top. The sun was like a night of wine last night, so drunk that it was really not presentable, his face was flushed, and his eyes were shining brightly, which made people reluctant to leave for a long time.

Lin Haimei looked at the rows of tamed straw behind her, and she walked to the ridge next to the herbal teapot. The big bowl of herbal tea was still hot and warm and she drank it all.

Mother walked down the path from the ditch by the river, her short hair blowing in the morning breeze, fluttering in the morning light. Her entire face was smeared with a layer of golden light, and she looked solemn and holy.

"Erya, I'll cut the rice, you go back to carry the hairy millet, the eldest brother can't pick it all by himself", my mother was like a general, looking at a row of fertilizer woven bags containing hairy millet, commanding. Woven bags stand neatly there, like soldiers standing guard.

Although my sister's speed of cutting rice is not as fast as Lin Haimei, she is also a good hand. Taking advantage of Lin Haimei's moment of drinking water, she had already cut all the way from the adjacent slope of the rice field to the ridge of the field, beside Lin Haimei.

"Good tea"! Lin Shiqin drank half a bowl of herbal tea, and the coolness of her mouth slid through her throat and flowed down to her chest, and she suddenly felt cool all over her body. The short hair on her forehead waited obediently on her head for her master's command. I saw that her right hand was brushed up, her smooth forehead was exposed again, and her short hair was neatly tied up on the gate of heaven.

The morning light, and just right, smeared a layer of gold on her forehead, shallow and floating, more evenly than a makeup artist. The red cheeks on either side of the cheeks are like two ripe apples, jumping in the morning light.

After Lin Shiqin drank the herbal tea, she bent down and threw herself into the busy process of cutting rice. She wanted to continue to outrun her father's half-barrel chase. Her mother cut slowly due to low back pain, and Lin Shiqin had to work hard to sweep the rice so that she would not be caught up by her father's shouting.

Lin Haimei's back basket leaned down with her, and Erhua grabbed the two ends of the woven bag with both hands, and lifted it up hard, and the grain bag fell on Lin Haimei's shoulder and neck. She felt her back sink and her weight slowly pressed down on her tail vertebrae.

The upward slope is not easy to walk, and the weight on the back is so heavy that you can barely open your legs. Lin Haimei encountered a high stone step, and she couldn't step up, so she had to take a few more steps in a roundabout way to get up the stone steps. She looked at the bean stalks and sweet potato vines on the hillside, straightened her waist, wiped her sweat with a towel, and continued to hunch over.

The morning sun fell on her sandals, shining brightly.

"Erya, go slower, there is a lot of dew, be careful of slipping", when walking to the mountainside, Yirong carried an empty burden like a swing and passed by Lin Haimei. The sound of "knock knock" falling footsteps came from near and far, and soon became inaudible.

On the edge of a ridge with overlapping dents, Lin Haimei rested the back basket on it. There was a rare sense of relief in the shoulders that were released. The verdant pine and cypress trees weave into a large net, covering the road tightly, and the occasional falling morning light shimmers on the road surface and among the bushes.

A cool feeling permeated the whole body, making Lin Haimei refreshed.

She recalls how many times she walked through this vast space during the day. Alone, enjoy the feeling of supreme solitude.

She wants to gather the essence of nature and bless her life path. She usually floats unhindered in the world of pine forests, cypresses, shrubs and weeds, usually for several hours. It is boundless silence, which makes people calm and open-minded.

In the face of its vastness, human beings seem small and insignificant. Everything has its own size. Lin Haimei thought that she couldn't become "nothing" because of her "smallness". There are small flashes, and big chapters.

The crickets and early birds add a dynamic movement to the silent mountains, and they dance with the footsteps of the morning light.

Lin Haimei carried a heavy burden and continued to move forward. Maybe it's a break, maybe it's the road closer to home. Her steps were noticeably larger, and beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on her forehead, neck, and arms again, pouring into one piece, and wetting her clothes again.

By the time I got home, the sun had already risen, and the morning light had painted the earth with a pale shade of gold. Lin Haimei looked at the home that stood peacefully, flickering in the oblique golden morning light. Rhubarb's tail wagged, stirring the morning light and swaying from side to side.

Lin Haimei poured the rice on the wide dam, swept the shaken straw, and leveled it with a wooden baffle to evenly expose the millet to the sun. Looking at the golden rice, "sweat drops fall into the soil, and the grains are hard", these rices are stirred by pieces of sweat, and they are worthy of the difficult growth time of rice. Because the rice seedlings take root with sweat. Rice grass grows in boiling water. Rice, harvested in sweaty sweat.

On the way back and forth, Lin Haimei met Yirong who was carrying the grain again, and she was really fast.

"Big brother, you're really fast!" Sweat trickled down his face, and his soaked clothes clung to his skin. But this does not affect the steady pace of the eldest brother.

The sun is getting thicker and thicker, so thick that it burns on the face, and the back can't get rid of the hot and burning sensation.

The dryness of hand-cutting rice is also aggravated by the stronger sunlight. At this time, everyone really felt tired.

Dad sat on the ridge and smoked a dry cigarette. Clouds of smoke spit out of Dad's mouth, diffused in the sunlight, and disappeared.

"This year's yield per mu of millet has grown by more than 200 catties," my father said to his mother, who was resting beside him, with a cigarette pole in his mouth and a straw hat in his hand.

"It's rare that the weather is good this year, the millet grains are full, and there is no drought or waterlogging," said my mother, shaking her fan and looking at the bags of hairy millet standing in the field.

"Lin Xian, what are you going to do! Hurry up and finish it, we will have a meeting in the evening at Dadiba", the captain Ah Sheng passed by carrying the millet, followed by three or four men who picked the millet.

The sun scorched the men's yellow and black skin, and the large towel was their secret weapon to dilute the sun. Although it smells of sweat, as long as you wipe it on your face, back, and armpits, your skin will feel cool immediately. As soon as they twisted their hands, the sweat fell to the ground, wet, and before their feet moved, the sun dried the ground again, and the sweat returned to the men's bodies.

Herbal tea brought pot after pot, and the soaked prunella grass was piled up on the side of the pot, and it was roasted by the sun until it was broken at the slightest touch.

At dusk, the sunset has been scorched for a day, and it has turned red like fire. The sunset is like a broad brocade, draped on the undulating mountaintop, because of the uneven force, the color is also deep and shallow, or light yellow, or red, or warm purple, or milky white.

The colorful scenery is dazzling. Fascinating. Under the gaze of people, there is a sense of suffocation and devouring, and there is a sense of supremacy.

Lin Haimei thought that the people on the mountain are open-minded, gentle and unyielding, and closely related to the nourishment of the mountain. She looked at the thick, pile-on, golden light of the paddy, and fell into deep thought, "Will my life path be like this rice, sowing diligence, there will be a fruitful harvest?"