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The spring wind is strong, a blow is several days, the sky is full of dust, yellow and misty, in this warm and cold March day, all kinds of flowers are also quietly blooming, apricot blossoms are like fire, peach blossoms are like snow, the mountains and valleys are brilliant and dazzling. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

At the door of the Zhuanghu Courtyard, a few peach blossoms poked out of the wall, picking up a few more gorgeous, a few fragrant, swaggering in the gentle spring breeze. The adults worked bare-chested and wielded iron pickaxes, the children played with two pigtails on one side, and a fat and large yellow dog lay beside him. The little girl tugged at its ears and pulled the hair from its neck, and the yellow dog did not move, but stared at the dry food in the child's hand with wide round eyes; the adult stopped his work and shouted, "Go!" The yellow dog jumped up and ran away with his tail between his legs.

It's rainy in the mountains. Obviously I didn't hear any sound, but as soon as I pushed open the window, I felt a cool touch on my face. And the rain is also different, sometimes the rain is light, and the raindrops are very gentle close to the earth, and sometimes the lightning and thunder, and the torrential rain are like injections, as if the sky has cracked the road, and the whole Milky Way water is inclined to the world.

On rainy days, there is nothing to do, and I often turn off the lights and sit quietly and listen to the rain. Suddenly, it is chic and sassy, like the autumn wind sweeping away the fallen leaves, and suddenly it is gentle and soft, and it is like a hole flute singing a beautiful story. Sometimes, the earth and rocks suddenly broke through the sky and surged like a tide, dense like the drumbeat of a soldier, and the whole world was confused and chaotic, and the sky and the earth were wrapped in a thrilling explosion. When I opened the window, the rain was pouring down, the night was dark, and there were only one or two cold rain stars on my face.

Walking in the mountains, you will occasionally see one or two wells with buckets. The well fence built by bluestone is built very casually, and the stone is covered with green moss; there is a log buried next to the well, about how high it is about zhang, and a long wooden pole is erected horizontally on the top of the log, and the wooden pole hooks the bucket at one end, and a large bluestone is tied at the other end.

This thing is very ancient, it is said that it has been there in the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, and it is called "orange tree" in the book, and the history can be described as ancient. When it is necessary to take water, the wooden pole is pulled, the bucket is stretched into the wellhead, after the water is full, the side of the hanging stone is pressed, and a bucket of water is lifted, which is very light and labor-saving.

The mountain is overgrown with thorny jujube trees. Up and down the mountain, on the slope of the mountain, on the col, in the valley and on the riverbank, the squeezing turns are everywhere, the leaves are round and small, and the green, black, blue, black, oily, green, green, green, green, green, green, The jujube tree is only half a person tall, and its branches are full of sharp needles.

I didn't know what "thorns" were, and I thought it was Bauhinia, which was a woody plant with pale blue flowers, firewood and dung, so I always felt that thorns were not enough to symbolize hardship and hardship, and "overcoming thorns" also seemed a bit exaggerated. Later, after reading a book, I realized that thorns were talking about mountain jujube trees at that time, and I also realized that overcoming thorns is really a hero's feat. Walking in the sour jujube bush, it is difficult to walk, and the clothes around the body are scraped to the silk and pull sound, not to mention, if the skin and flesh are accidentally hanged, it is simply a small disaster. Because the jujube needles are hooked and implicated in each other, this one root is pulled out, but the other side is pierced deeper, and this side is taken care of, but the other side is accidentally driven. Left and right. If you want to get rid of it completely, you can only shake it violently and hide aside. Looking at the wound again, the heart is painful and the skin is broken, and the blood is dripping.

There is a river in front of the village, which is dry most of the time, and only in May and June, when there is more rain, can it flow for a few days.

The river was filthy and yellow at first, but after a few days it gradually cleared, and the clear water washed away the round stones of the river, flowing day and night. Every noon, there are people washing their hands and feet by the river, scrubbing their clothes, giggling and croaking while working. The children, on the other hand, clawed their trouser legs and bare shoulders catching fish in the middle of the river, let out bursts of cheerful cries from time to time. When the water flows for a long time, there will be fish in the river, and the children ask, and the adults say that they are saprophytic, and they have boards and eyes, and the children believe it and go to play again. In fact, most of these fish came from the big river outside the mountain, but they can't be said, and no one believes it.

The dog days are hot, the sun is poisonous and poisonous, the shade is not good, desperately shaking the fan, it doesn't work, the well pulls out the cold water and irrigates the stomach, and it is still difficult to understand the heat. Jumping into the water was also cool for a while, and when I came up, I was covered in sweat.

At this time, I had to go to the col and the forest. I didn't feel anything when I first went in, the more I walked, the darker it became, and the more I walked around, the cooler it became. Come to the depths of the forest, find a bluestone near the water and sit down, carefully experience the coldness of the forest, only to feel that the heat is gone, every pore on the body is open, and I accept the coolness happily and reverently. The coolness comes from the green leaves, from the stone crevices, from the water vapor, together condensed into a cold, little by little, little by little, little by little, slowly soaking your skin, your body and mind, is the kind of cold air made by electrical appliances can never be compared. Unconsciously, it seems that from the scorching summer of the red sun to the cool autumn of the golden wind and jade dew, touching the body, it is already cold enough to cover a dense layer of chicken millet. (To be continued.) )