The air is crisp in autumn, and it is the season of rice harvest. The dew comes in the morning, but the thick fog still moistens the air. The sun that has just risen in the east, a few rays of sunshine have just broken through the clouds, and are covered by several layers of thick clouds.
The clouds were black. When the sun was just covered by the clouds, there was a flash of lightning that pierced the sky. Then, the sound of thunder came one after another. At this moment, there were lightning and thunder, and the dull morning sky once again
Illuminated and shining.
The thunder rolled in the sky for a while, and then it began to rain lightly. However, the light rain only lasted for a short while, and was soon replaced by a heavy downpour.
Autumn is compared with spring in March, when the spring atmosphere is full and the grass is growing and the orioles are chirping.
March, the spring season, is the time to sow seeds. But it is best to cook a cup of tea on a rainy day and sip it leisurely, which can be regarded as relaxing yourself and sweeping away the fatigue from a busy day.
The spring wind is warm, even on a rainy day. If you drink a cup of tea, your heart and body will become warmer by drinking this tea.
In autumn, although everything becomes desolate and the environment becomes deserted, the green leaves that bloom in spring and are lush in summer change their appearance, but they still hang there.
The red fire was spread all over the ground, row after row, for ten miles. So, in this heavy rain, in this strong wind, a firework that would not go out continued to burn for ten miles.
This is a scene that becomes deeper and thicker as the rain continues to soak it. It continues to the other end.
At the end, there is a golden field. There are plump rice ears full of mature joy. With the wind and the rain, they share this joy.
The fragrance of rice comes to your nostrils, making you feel relaxed and happy.
There were hurried footsteps, followed by the sound of trampling on the mud, step by step, and then became soft and muffled again. They stepped on the ten-mile bright red road.
This is a harvest season. Hard-working people finish washing before the sun rises, go to the fields to harvest joy, and go back to rest after the sun goes down.
However, it was unexpected that it would rain today. But fortunately, it rained very early, and people had time to get the rice they harvested back home in time to avoid getting wet by the rain. After all, no one wanted to
You will know how long the rain will last.
There were sounds of footsteps, one after another. This is a village with hundreds of households. Such a village can be considered a large village within a radius of a hundred miles.
After all, hardworking people make up the majority. In order to harvest joy early, prepare things for the winter.
Now that there is no war in the country, the people live and work in peace and contentment. This harvest season is the time they look forward to all year round.
This is the seventh year of a bumper harvest. Although a heavy rain disrupted people's rhythm today, they were still laughing and having fun while running.
For the common people, as long as the sun rises, they go to plow the fields, and when the sun sets, they go home to rest. If they dig a well, they will have water to drink, and if they grow crops, they can have enough food and clothing.
Why are such days uncomfortable? For them, there is no need to envy the princes and dignitaries in the secular world.
The sun rises and sets, spring sows and autumn harvests. Come when you should come, take when you should go. Life is actually very simple. Plain and mellow, simple and true.
Precisely because such people account for the majority, there will be more peace and tranquility in this world.
The people here are simple-minded and do not have too many distracting thoughts. Even in the rain, they will help those who have not yet collected the rice to move home.
The downpour of rain fell one by one, like beads, on the eaves, making a tinkling-ding-dong-dong sound. But even if it rained heavily, the golden joy would still spread to everyone.
Home.
To the east, there is a small hill.
The sun sets in the west and rises again. This is often the side that lights up first and the side that gets darkest first.
On one side of this hill, there are ten miles of golden flowers. On the other side, there are green bamboos. There is also a small courtyard. The flowers beside the bamboo fence are blooming red. In the courtyard, there is a big tree covered with green and yellow flowers.
of fruit.
Next to this big tree, there is a thatched house, with rainwater flowing down the roof.
It's autumn, but in this thatched house, it's different. It's not monotonous and cold.
Smoke curled up and filled everywhere.
This is a curtain of spring approaching twilight, with thin tea smoke and falling poplar flowers in the wind.
There are two hands grinding the tea leaves and crushing them. Then, over and over again.
Then, the figure in the room scattered the tea leaves everywhere.
Drink lightly and smell the fragrance, and everything seems to be revived. Spring is warm and the grass is green everywhere.
This heavy rain lasted for a long time, and the fragrance of tea and tea smoke also floated and immersed in it for a long time. However, in the rain curtain, the blazing sun that was covered by dark clouds as soon as it appeared still hung there.
After all, the clouds will not only stay in one place, but will blow to another place little by little with the strong winds from all directions.
So, the sky was bright again. The strong sunlight caused a different kind of brilliance to appear on one side. It was not sunlight, but seven layers of colorful light layer by layer, like a bridge, connecting the other side of the sky.
One head.
This is a rainbow. A rainbow appears in the sun and rain.
The sun was bright, directly passing through the rain, and also passing through the mottled shadows of the trees outside the window, falling on the figure inside the house.
As the light fell, the darkness in the room was swept away, revealing the figure.
This figure was sitting in a chair in front of the wooden table, with his feet slightly off the ground. He had a small face as white as porcelain, revealing a pink blush.
The person making tea and drinking tea is actually a five-year-old child. On this small face as white and tender as porcelain, there is a pair of curved eyebrows, and under the eyebrows is a pair of clear and bright eyes.
Even though he is not smiling, he still seems to be smiling.
On his face, there were shallow dimples on his cheeks, and under his straight bridge of nose, there was a small, rosy mouth. On his neck, he wore a long-life lock made of copper.
This is only a five-year-old child, but he has a handsome face. It can already be seen that he will have a handsome face in the future, and he will definitely be a handsome boy who can attract the admiration of many girls.
The child was drinking tea, and there was no one at home. There was half a steamed bun and a bowl of dried vegetables on the table.
There is only one person in his family, and that is himself. As early as three years ago, both his parents died, leaving the grandfather and grandson to depend on each other. Last winter, his grandfather also passed away, leaving only himself.
This year, we relied on the uncles and aunts in the village for relief. Every household received only a few meals a day over the course of the year.
Every noon, someone would come and deliver meals. Although it was not rich, it was enough for the children.
He is very grateful to the people here. Even if many years pass, even if there is no heart, no blood, no soul in the future, these people will always be engraved in his memory.
The rain only lasted for two hours and stopped before noon.
The child had been sitting there, looked up and looked outside the door, then stood up and put the tea set under the bed.
Children are waiting for lunch brought by neighbors.
For him, when he was unable to have enough food and clothing, he would do this over and over again day after day until he fell asleep at night.
The next morning I still got up at five o'clock, washed and prepared my meal, and ate the steamed buns left over from yesterday.
It is the harvest season recently. Before five o'clock, when the sky is slightly bright, everyone gets up early to go to the rice fields to harvest. They don't bother to make breakfast for the children. Only in spring and autumn, they will prepare more for dinner.
If a child wakes up hungry in the morning, eat.
Compared with his peers, the child is relatively taciturn and calm. Probably because both his parents died and his last relative also passed away last year, he knows how to protect himself and stay away from disputes.
Although these uncles and aunts in the village are really nice, they are all adults. For adults, they are more pity. But for children of the same age, they are just playmates who have no father or mother and can be bullied.
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Children know how to protect themselves, so they rarely go out. They only hope to grow up quickly so that they can grow crops in the fields left by their grandfathers and have enough food and clothing by themselves, instead of relying entirely on outsiders for help.
The sun had just broken through, but it had not yet fully dawned. There was thunder again. Suddenly it started to rain heavily.
Then, the fireworks were dyed ten miles thick again. The fragrance of rice floated for ten miles again. The sound of footsteps in the mud started again.
Outside the house, rainwater fell in all directions along the roof, ding-ding-dong-dong.
Inside the house, smoke curled up and spread everywhere.
That curtain of spring was about to fall, and it fell all over the house again.
The child took out the tea set, washed the tea, brewed the tea, and brewed the tea. The aroma of tea filled the whole room. Then he picked up the mallet and ground the tea leaves in the bowl, pulverizing them.
After that, over and over again.
Then, the child picked up the bowl, reached out and grabbed a handful of tea foam, and sprinkled it everywhere, again and again, and finally spilled all the tea foam in the bowl and scattered it everywhere in the room.
"What good people."
The young man smiled when he thought of these people. He will remember their goodness for the rest of his life.
For these common people, the tea they drink is just roasted by themselves and is not considered good tea. But what the young man drinks is different. No matter in terms of color, aroma or taste, it is of the highest quality.
How could he have such high-quality tea? Just smelling it makes one's heart happy and relaxed.
"I didn't expect that the taste of this tea would be much more delicious than what I remembered." The young man looked at the teacup in his hand and shook his head.
The child turned into a teenager in an instant.
This young man's face is smooth and fair, with thick and thick curved eyebrows. As he sips tea, the shallow dimples on both sides of his cheeks are clearly revealed.
The five-year-old child sat motionless on the chair, but now he turned into a teenager sitting there, holding a cup in his hand and spinning it gently.
Looking carefully, this young man's appearance is ninety percent similar to that child, or even more so. It can be said that he is engraved from the same mold.
This young man is the child from before.
There are too many surprising facts in this world, and there are many strange things. This child has become a teenager, and it is nothing.
The sky and the earth are hundreds of miles in radius. Probably only the big tree outside the house is the green flag. Compared with this autumn scene, it seems that this is the end of the world, and different scenery is connected here.
It was like the invited spring breeze was left here, in this courtyard. The ground was covered with silky green grass.
The young man put away the tea set again, walked out of the house, and came to the door. The rain curtain happened to be close to the tip of his tall nose, but there was not a drop of dew on it.
There were just waves of wind that were neither warm nor cool, blowing on his face.
His eyes fell on the big tree, looking at the green and yellow fruits. Above, there were colorful roads and bridges hanging in the distance.
"Li... Li... Li. Who in this world wants to be separated from their loved ones. Master is really right. Perhaps only here can there be no separation."
"He said that for me, this is the biggest disaster in my life. It seems that this second difficulty is not as difficult as imagined." The young man shook his head, and then reached out to touch the rain curtain in front of him.
He felt a slight chill, and a hint of reminiscence appeared in the corners of his eyebrows.
"I didn't expect that I, Ah Qi... would experience this feeling again, the touch from the outside world, the body's perception. Whether it's the tea, the wind, or the rain. All of these, I
I can feel it again. Even my heart will beat."
The boy is a young man, but this young man is Ah Qi. At this moment, his body is not covered by the robe. His hands are no longer like lotus roots, one after another.
His face is no longer pale, but rosy. His body is no longer stiff, but soft. It is actually a body of flesh.
Ah Qi stood in front of the door and could feel the coldness under the rain curtain and the gentle breeze. Also, the tinkling sound of the rain was so subtle in this world.
Ah Qi has never been able to hear sounds, and can only read the other person's lips or sound transmission. But this moment, it is different, whether it is the sound of wind and rain, the sound of thunder, or the chirping of birds and insects, everything
Everything can be heard.
He could also see the colors of the sky and the earth, the golden color of the straw, the green and yellow color of the fruits, the white clouds in the distance, the dark clouds nearby. And, after the sun broke through the dark clouds and cast its light,
A series of colorful colors in the sky.
This is something I saw many years ago. I once thought it was just everywhere. Then, I could only trace the source of this color in the vague memory. In the end, it was just the same old color, blurred and hard to find again.
Taoist Master Lingbao would not have thought that the person he had been looking for would be here. Nor would he have thought that the person who had learned "Yanshi Lu" as a puppet would actually be flesh and blood at this moment.
Ah Qi felt the flow of blood in her body and the beating of her heart. She withdrew her eyes from the big tree and stared outside the courtyard.
It's as if he is waiting for someone.
He walked outside the house and stood in the rain for a long time. Until the heavy rain stopped, and then it was noon. The sound of footsteps was heard in the distance.
This hill is not high, only three meters high. In less than a moment, the footsteps came from far to near, and finally came to Ah Qi's eyes.
This was a middle-aged woman, carrying a bamboo basket, and she passed directly past Ah Qi, as if she didn't see her.
Ah Qi slowly turned around, looked at the middle-aged woman, looked around suspiciously, and muttered.
"It's weird, it's already lunch time. Where did Xiaoqi go?" The middle-aged woman put the bamboo basket on the table, bent down, and looked under the bed, trying to find the child.
Ah Qi looked outside the house and also laughed. Then, he turned around and walked into the house, shouting: "Aunt Guo, Xiao Qi just went to the back to relieve himself!"
The middle-aged woman heard the sound and when she looked up and saw Ah Qi, she stood up with a smile. She nodded and said, "Good boy, good boy. Today, your Uncle Li slaughtered a big fat pig and divided it among the people in the village.
Just one piece. There is meat to eat today."
Ah Qi smiled and nodded, and said sweetly: "Thank you Aunt Guo, and thank you Uncle Li for Xiao Qi."
"Good boy, Aunt Guo will convey the message for you. Aunt Guo will go to the fields to harvest rice later, so she will leave first. You are delicious."
Before the middle-aged woman took it away, she did not forget to take back yesterday's dishes and chopsticks for the previous family.
In her eyes, the boy is still the same five-year-old child.
Ah Qi watched the middle-aged woman leave, then sat down at the table. She opened the bamboo basket and smelled the aroma of meat.
This is braised pork, even though it only has five pieces. But for Ah Qi, this is also an extremely sumptuous meal.
Ah Qi picked up the chopsticks and took a bite. Her taste buds were full, she smiled, and her eyes turned red.
"It still tastes the same as before..."
A steamed bun, a small plate of green vegetables, and five pieces of meat. This is enough for a child. But for Ah Qi, it is still more than enough.
He wanted to try it again, but he just couldn't disturb the uncles and aunts in the neighborhood.
Today, the aroma of meat is wafting from every household in the village. Smelling it, Ah Qi suddenly remembered that today is the Lantern Festival.
"I actually forgot that today is the Lantern Festival. It seems that the next time I eat meat, I have to wait for the Lantern Festival."
Ah Qi smiled, knowing that he couldn't wait until the next Lantern Festival.
There is no way to sink him here. Because the person who can sink him will not appear here.
Ah Qi put away the dishes and sat alone in front of the door.
Suddenly, there was a breeze. The branches on the tree swayed slightly, and then a leaf fell down, and it happened to fall in Ah Qi's palm.
At this moment, Ah Qi's eyes lit up, but then dimmed the next moment.
This is not a piece, but a butterfly.
In late autumn, there was a butterfly on that tree. A heavy rain knocked it down.
Butterflies always come in pairs, but this one is not. It bends its wings towards its abdomen as much as possible, as if to absorb more heat, but no matter how it bends, it cannot change the fact.
It is dying. This is a butterfly that is dying. Its life is disappearing in Ah Qi's palm, and its life is escaping quickly.
"Are you going to die? Then, if your significant other, your relatives, are still alive in this world..." Ah Qi looked a little sad, and then sighed, maybe... you
Just lonely. Just like me."
"Living for a long time, but having to experience life and death, is really not as good as having happiness. In my life, I have become lonely in life. But it is precisely because of accepting this loneliness that I have become stronger."
"This strength will last forever. It will not be like you."
Ah Qi stood up, walked to the tree, and dug a small hole in the ground to bury the butterfly.
After burying the butterfly, he will leave this place.
However, there was a gust of wind and footsteps. Ah Qi suddenly turned his head. At that glance, he knew that it would be difficult to get out.