Digging river mud in early spring is hard work and tiring work, not light, and the four types of molecular people have soft food, and gradually they can't keep an eye on it, and they will have mud legs. Some people in the village said that they were flexible and sports, so they agreed to let the river mud cover the earthwork, and the family would work for them. The warbler flies and swallows dance, the days are short and the flow is long, the mud on the construction site is tall and thin, the fat mound is lonely, and finally the willow leaf peach that digs the river mud is left. The stars are white and candle moon, the mud body is wet, and the willow leaf peach who is in a hurry is faltering, tired like the wind destroying the sick willow, and the cold moon lotus is remnant. Xu Enchang saw all this in his eyes, hurt in his heart, and wanted to pick the stars and change the moon, how could he not have the status of husband and wife, and stick to it, wouldn't he throw himself into the net and laugh generously? In the countryside, how much stealing jade, men and women love to attract bees and butterflies, they can only understand, not speak, they know it, and it is not easy to poke it on the table. In broad daylight, under the moon before the flowers, the people who are struggling have to have a face, the three outlines and five constants have not changed for thousands of years, and the mouth is on the archway of kung fu chastity.

Enchang couldn't stay up, so he kept three watches in the middle of the night, first filled the night grass for the mules and horses in the breeding place, and then he was alone, and secretly went down to the Xiaoxu River alone. He didn't dare to take the avenue, fifteen gates and one street, the stars looked at the moon, dropped a silver needle, and also broke the light frost, which made the sleeping leaves shake their souls, and the cat and mouse diverted. Eun Chang walked through the back streets. It is said to be a backstreet, but in fact it is just a village shade road for composting and drying grass, with sweet grass near the river and fragrant wet trees. Xu Enchang, who has been single for half his life, does not walk the main street on weekdays, but only likes to walk this tree-lined path, pounces on the road house, talks to himself along the way, and has a heart-to-heart with the mountain birds and birds that fly on the grass and branches.

The spring morning and night are cool, and the white mist poured from the damp river trough of the three steps and two bridges is like a slurry white mist, and it is on the body of the enchang who digs mud in the river, only listening to the sound of people, not seeing the appearance of people. On the embankment, rows of footprints, a load of sweat, let the fragrant mud and manure pile up like a grave. Xiangjiu, who worked in the sky, was very surprised, and did not make a sound, she thought about it in her heart, and looked at the mill room with the fragrance of birds and flowers, and her heart was warm, and a honey like elixir rolled over her body. On that day, Liu Yetao was in a good mood, picked a few more loads of mud, and also picked a few more loads of good mood.

On the ground are piles of leaves from last year, but the buds on the branches are beginning to yellow. When the village slept brightly white, Liwan River and Shuangqiao whispered to Meng Lang, fed the grace of the cattle and horses and night grass, and the soul was the same, swinging from the east of the village to the Xiaoxu River in the west of the village to bear the fertilizer, he couldn't stop. He couldn't stop remorse, thinking that Xiang had suffered that sin for a long time, blaming himself, complaining about the kindness that hooked the soul, and complaining about the two pairs of children. The cobwebs can be stilled in the night, and everything is thought about in sleep. The spring night is very turbulent and soft, he easily recited Liu Yetao's affectionate past, he regretted that Liu Yetao and his wet shoes were not stained, but he was short-lived. The heart warms is that he and Xiangjiu have been getting along for a long time, and they have not been a man in vain, although they have no name, when they think of the friendship of the peach blossoms and bright water, and the love of the children who are worried about the stomach, Enchang can't stop the blood gushing, the gown is taken off, digging the mud and carrying the burden, the bones, the heroic appearance, no wonder many women in the village can't walk when they see the grace chief, and they want to bloom in their sleep and make the willow leaf peach.

The moon is so white and bright, the Liwan River is also bright silkworm white, the small willows of the river are bent eyebrows, the water is shaking, and the heart is broken, and the moonlight bridge shadow talks about the nest of the heart. The apricot blossoms blooming outside the water along the village wall in the moon shadow are also as clear as cold jade, delicate as tender snow, and dew and fragrant. When the apricot blossoms bloom like spraying jade, there are rumors in the village that someone saw the ghost floating in the moonlight of the Xiaoxu River, and at dawn, there were many fresh mud footprints and fat graves on the river embankment. In the spring sowing of that year, the seedlings were strong because of the river fertilizer, and in the spring glow of the rising earth, the finches helped the wind and wore the rain, and the seedlings did not ask about the affairs of the world, but only knew that the joints were raised and the hoes were incense.

The careful Zhuang Zhuang choreographer took the pistol dug up in the river to the county for appraisal earlier, and confirmed that it was old rust, and the case of chasing the gun was not resolved. Sports are thirsty to dig wells, and occasionally a private heartthrob touches it, and the heartthrob is so happy that he doesn't worry about food and rice. Li Lanzhi, who was a little frightened, never dared to go to the river embankment to herd sheep. Niu Manzhi and Xue Wen, the little uncle who returned to his hometown, the two were lonely and wild ghosts, living in the same room, getting along with each other day and night, and cooking on the top of the pot, accidentally splashed out of the two bodies. I don't know who left the door first and who went to the kang first, anyway, a dim oil lamp was saved. The paper couldn't contain the fire, and soon there were colorful words about the two people in the village, which made the poor people say it colorfully. Niu Manzhi has a good lineup of radiant, Niu Manzhi Sports Le mother and son both have something on their minds, and people have stopped a lot, intentionally or unintentionally, they let go of the willow leaf peach mill house. The apricot blossoms bloom, the people and horses are calling, the cats are calling spring, and it is the season of the valley rain when planting melons and beans, and the plough bend river full of continuous spring rain has no intention of listening to the stories of the world, like the days without heart and lungs, flowing leisurely to the plains of Liuzhen.

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I haven't met the big sedan chair in my life, and it is difficult to recognize my children and daughters

A nest tree that has not been built into a warm heart in a lifetime is always more pitiful to the roots and grass

The clouds flowing over the head are scattered, and the mountains are ashamed and the water is difficult to become a forest

The ground is planted with the seedlings you worry about, and the vines are tangled in the depths

Time flies, the sun and the moon are like a shuttle. From Liuzhen to three steps and two bridges, and then from three steps and two bridges back to Liuzhen, return to the twilight, and repeat the cycle. Lao Xu, who lives in a nursing home, is not wrong with rain or shine, and his figure is printed on three steps and two bridges every day, becoming the scenery of the three villages and the four seasons. The clouds looked at the clouds, the water stopped the boat, the wind saw the rain, the rain saw the tears, and even the stone towers at the head of the three steps and two bridges gradually burst into tears. Raised before and after, a total of three pairs of children, have already grown up, and now they are like sprinkling beans, and the stars fall in the streets and alleys of three steps, two bridges, and three villages. In the year of the disbanding of the club, the six brothers and sisters all stood on the same starting line, and more than ten years passed with a snap of their fingers, cats and dogs walked the cats, dogs and dogs, chickens and pigs were lazy, cats and dogs jumped, horses and fattened horses, donkeys jumped high, chickens, ducks, geese, and fat cows got grass. There is still a cloudy and sunny day in the month, and the crops are also said to be a good year of wind and rain, drought and harvest, plus today's bull head and horse, how can there be ten fingers? Xu Enchang was worried, all for the children who couldn't recognize him.

The third child, Ai Fengchi, was fighting with Liu Bantian because of the ownership of the paper factory, and the second daughter Ai Fengzhi, who lived in Caoliangtun, had an accident again. Ai Fengzhi is the firstborn daughter of Xiangjiu Lao Xu's biological parents, in the three steps and two bridges, Ai Fengzhi may not know much, speaking of "one breath", the three cottages are known to everyone, and there are allusions here. When Lao Fu's daughter-in-law had a production team in one breath, she made a mistake with her father Xu Enchang, hated work, couldn't be idle, and was uncomfortable to be idle. After seven or eight years of disbandment, I stopped for a while, and without the production team, I was still a little dizzy, and when I turned my soul, I also wanted to scratch some money, but I didn't know where to put my mouth. That bit of contracted land is not old enough to call, idle breath five spines and six beasts, do not do business, have done it, people are honest, give more scales, lose money and make money. Later, when I was doing small jobs, I heard where to recruit people, and I ran away, why don't I stay overnight. It is said that he once went to Liuzhen to work as a small worker, and secretly looked at Xu Enchang, who lived in a nursing home, and couldn't throw away two money, someone was idle to inquire, she smiled, and no one told her with a hard mouth. In the village, compared to building a house, she saved two money without spending it, and sent both melons and dates to the bank. Winter goes to spring, the leaves are green and yellow, yellow and green, and many others live in the building, and she still lives in the brick house of the old courtyard. Someone asked idly, she sighed, a little sad: the old house, who is cheaper to keep a house! said that she was an old family, she had two daughters under her knees, one was married to the left side of the town, and the other was married to the lotus blossom under her nose, and none of them made people worry, she didn't want to mention this. In fact, one breath is not the kind of person who sweats with money in his hands, when there was a production team, she was the captain of the women's team and joined the party early. The loudspeaker in the village broadcasts the party fee, and she runs away, and she is ready to turn over the first one.

In the first year, there was a message from the daughter-in-law's house, saying that the late daughter-in-law's ex-son-in-law had done something again, and he wanted to bring his new daughter-in-law over to kiss him. Since the eldest daughter was depressed and gone, the eldest aunt was still as good as before, and she came to Caoliangtun to visit her father-in-law's house every time, and she was not empty-handed every time. borrowed the neighbors to praise the aunt for being good, and sighed that the eldest daughter had no good life. In the past few years, I have been thinking about it in one breath: my daughter Yuhong's aunt is no better, and she has become a master by running a straw rope factory early, why doesn't her daughter Yuhong follow her heart, why can't she think of dying? In the past two years, I went out to do small jobs in one go, and when I heard the rumors of my uncle's flowers, I understood it in my heart. In the future, my uncle will not be broken, I hate that my daughter is not happy, and I also hate to say that it is money to make trouble, although I was poor in the past, but there is a lack of branches in my intestines. I am afraid of outsiders' jokes, and I don't say many things in my stomach, and I always pick on the old man to get angry.