Hurriedly shouted to us: "Get up, get up, release the mountain today." "www.biquge.info When I heard my parents' shouts, I saw that it was still early in the morning, and I was always sleepy-eyed, showing a very reluctant look. At that time, there was an unwritten rule in the school, as long as the village was open, there would be a natural holiday. Releasing the mountain is a kind of exercise and test for children. Under the urging of his parents over and over again, he still got up and hurriedly prepared tools for going up the mountain to mow the grass. At this time, I heard the neighbors getting up one after another, and there were voices urging the children to get up, and voices asking about tools: "Where did the sickle go?" and "Why, can't you find the rope again?" The sound of carts, scythes, and rakes being prepared, as well as the sound of hurried footsteps in the streets, mingled to break the silence of the village in the early morning.

When he saw that it was not yet dawn, he put on the lantern and hurriedly marched to the mountain, and when he walked out of the village, he saw that the lanterns were pouring into the mountains from all directions, and there were only the old people and very young children left behind in the village.

The mountain col of the hometown has Laolongwan, the old donkey cliff, the stone alley, and the suffocating cow stream, and several mountain and grass cols, and everyone runs to the place where they think there is a lot of grass according to their own living location and the experience of mowing grass on the mountain, and those who are not familiar with the situation in the mountains follow behind. The village where I live is about six or seven miles away from the mountain pass, and groups of people are like the TV series "Crossing the Kanto", under the reflection of the flickering lanterns, walking one foot deep and one foot shallow, and even the occasional and occasional talking sound has become rapid, which inevitably leaves a kind of "grabbing" memory in my childhood heart.

When I arrived at the col, I stopped standing and thought about it for a while, and after a few people discussed, I went up the mountain, and the people who walked in front chose a place with a lot of grass, so they threw a trolley and a flat pole, and began to mow the grass. The work of mowing the grass looks rough, but in fact there are a lot of tricks, some people squat in one place, rarely see him move, it seems not very laborious, but the movement is very skillful, and he can quickly pick up a large hug of grass from his hands. Some people cut a handful here, pick up a little there, and only after working for a long time to be busy with a "dog neck", and at noon, the people who mow the grass will go down the mountain one after another, some put the grass on their backs, carry it with a flat pole, and rush down the mountain to eat, and look at the flat place of the mountain col, the one who can mow the grass and the one who will not mow the grass is clear, and the nature of mowing the grass is "tsk" praise.

It wasn't until the people on the mountain came down that they prepared firewood and grass, built a bonfire, and began to "cook", usually bringing corn tortillas and pickles from home, and some with small salted fish, all of which were put on the stones by the campfire to bake, and when they were cooked, they sat around and ate while chatting about where there was more grass and where there was less grass, and they had a bottom in their hearts. After eating, some of them rolled their cigarettes and smoked a bag of cigarettes, and some went to look for the mountain spring, and they went down to drink enough water to "goo dong, goo dong", and then took a handful of mountain spring water to wash their faces, which was very comfortable, and the fatigue of the morning disappeared, and then, they went up the mountain to mow the grass.

The afternoon seems to be much easier than the morning, and after going up the mountain and working hard for a while, it is necessary to plan to transport it to the mountain col, and some of the grass cut in the morning has not been transported, so they start early, tie the grass into knots with long grass and bundle it, and then tie the bundles of grass into a large bundle with a rope, and hurriedly carry it. Carry to the col to transport, until the sun is still a pole high, they greet each other to go down the mountain to load the car, loading is also a science, some people load a lot of grass, it seems very atmospheric, push up but very good to push, and some people load the car is not big, but it is not "forward sinking", or "back sinking", very difficult to push. After loading the car, the sun was about to set, and there was still a long way to go home, so I shouted and began to push the car home.

The convoy full of grass ran on the rugged mountain road, the woman and the child followed their car closely, and when it was time to climb the hill, in order to pull and push, at that time, I could not push the car, only relied on the thin father to push the car, I pulled in front, and my mother pushed my father's waist in the back, and the whole family formed a joint force to push the car up the slope smoothly The sound of car brakes, accompanied by the laughter of men and women. At this time, I really felt that it was so good to mow the grass on the mountain, which I can't feel anywhere else, and it is also a life that I can't experience on weekdays.

Unconsciously, it was dark, the people who went up the mountain to mow the grass also arrived at home, the old people and children who stayed at home heard the sound and came out, together to help unload the grass and stack the haystacks, at this time in front of the door of the hometown, there were bursts of laughter and laughter, breaking the silent sky, for a while, the front of each house raised a haystack like a "yurt", this is the harvest of the rural people.

Although mowing grass is a small topic, many people have personal experience, and mowing leaves a mark of the times, and now it has gradually drifted away and is far away. It's just that the experience of mowing the grass is so deep that it has lingered in my mind, so I have to slowly reminisce and chew it, so that it becomes words under my fingertips......

I longed to meet a woman with long hair and fluttering, choose a beautiful and clean city, and grow old with her. On a sunny June day, I came to the misty Jiangnan.

The wind from the south of the Yangtze River blew gently, blowing through the gentle grass along the river. The wind in Jiangnan was soft, cool, and faint, like her soft hair gently sliding over my hand. The wind blew the grass green, and the grass kept nodding, as if enjoying the touch of the wind. The river is turquoise and flows slowly. The sun shines on the surface of the river, and the water ripples like a fish. She was like a gentle wave in the river, and I was gently swaggering in her arms.

The wind from the south of the Yangtze River blew gently across the blue sky. The sky was clear, and a few white clouds fluttered leisurely in the wind. She is the vast blue sky, and I am the cloud in her arms, very ethereal and soft. In her arms, I felt safe, comfortable, and free. Her mind is vast and broad, and she can accommodate everything in the world. She is tolerant of all rivers and rivers, and she is tolerant.

The wind from the south of the Yangtze River blew gently across the endless fields. I am fertile land, and she is a yellow canola flower. I gave her a warm embrace,