Summer is a childhood legend. She said: "Summer is a time when the child grows the fastest." Has been seen from the book, his dream to fly at night, that is, the long body. It is indeed often done by such a dream, dreamed that my feet Yi Deng, the body flying up on the floating in the sky, I saw the vision that's all.
Every summer, Zhuang Huren home to have a good harvest of wheat, wheat on the day and night of rushing to the water. It also did a few years drought, watched the wheat would receive, and not touch the ground a little dry in the wet. Prior to wheat drink wheat harvest to grain big full of saturated and high yield. Prior to this wheat harvest once again poured water. That season, in order to rob people on the busy agricultural water broken. West make a big ditch running out of water. A root of all out into the ditch pipe, ditch and seeing the water level drop, rumbling machines ring from both sides. People are too busy to attend to eating midday meal at home with the elderly distressed child branding in a pancake house, water bottle filled with water, on the transfer plate, the then scarf wrapped Kua on the wrist. Mao Haizi led to the edge of a farm at home meal delivery. This became the village a unique landscape. It is squat in the fields, peasants holding bread, pickles clip, from time to time saliva also picked up a few bottles to drink. Under the blazing sun, busy schedule to eat a meal on the way, sweet natural self-evident. I often go to the father and mother with her meal, she took my hands, I hobbled down to the ground to follow ... ... the head and the father and mother I have a dinner - I do not like to eat at home, do not eat at home too poetic. How good here, looking yellow wheat fields, blowing Wild Wind. Began eating the rice to have any appetite. She say: "This child is not a good thing Sha rare, steamed bread on the recognition, pickles, boiled water." Near the sea uncle heard this talk to each other, "I say old Shenzi, your grandson is not told you that, 'eat cake, salt on the salt, do not live Well', ha ha ha ... ... "Then after Liezhuodazui laughed. "Sea brother, dined yet? To eat it!" Father Grandpa shouted toward the laughter of the sea to go. Sea uncle really put down the shovel and take over. I could not understand who she was so fun, to see her coming, hid while his play on the go.
But in rural areas, this scenario can be seen everywhere. I was a kid to eat 100 meals, to someone's coincided with the rice, then it has no kind of seating. People like, "Seeing a child grow Hutouhunao, and eat more, see you Shenzi my food is not tasty?" A village of children to our house, she would come up with snacks, biscuits to children to eat. If the world really want to become a Utopia, then definitely go rural in front. Because people like her deeply rooted in rural areas, has become the soul of the countryside.
Memories are short, but is so short of long. How long would life be used to recall the past? Endless live, do not the things you can not extricate themselves. Coordinates in life you have between paragraphs cell submerged in memories, reveling in memories, or even let you start avoiding reality, indulging in the past.
Memories will be addictive.
Gradually, in the brain plays a part in building memories of old houses, where you often walk through the thin Zazhao the past, items to have felt every bit of warmth. Because in the past you have had to live in fairy tales, and now the so-called fairy has gone forever.
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