Red sorghum is the splendid scenery of my hometown fields, and how many beautiful dreams I had hidden in the dense green gauze tent.
Like the summer rainy season, I wear a hat, wearing a coir raincoat, barefoot, walking in the fields of my hometown. Listening to the sound of frogs and sorghum jointing, Rain Water soaked my whole body. There was silence except for the sound of frogs. At the edge of the ditch in the field, there are bouncing young frogs, and in the water are groups of tadpoles playing in black. The frog family is the main role in this rainy season and the field stage. The fragrance of rice blossoms speaks of a good year, listening to the sound of frogs.
This sound rainy season, this dense green gauze account, hides how many secrets of nature, but also hides my many beautiful dreams! Sorghum pollen began to fall, and the whole field was fragrant and fragrant. When the clear stream flows out of the field, there are small fish swimming in the canals of the ground. Between heaven and earth is the haze in the rain, I am greedily enjoying the endless sorghum land and endless green gauze in my hometown. In the wind, sorghum swings that slim figure, from head to toe, is a school of green. The slender green leaves are full of crystal clear, swaying, from time to time sprinkled with water droplets, no, is the crystal jade beads!
If the feet are deeply embedded in the mud, there will be the warmth of the soil. Walking in the field, I seemed to hear the warm heartbeat of the land.
Those red sorghum plants are really full of treasures, bringing us hope, and those patches of red sorghum are a beautiful picture of the hometown of a bumper harvest.
When the golden wind was cool, the sorghum showed its smiling face from the thick green package. This is really the most simple smiling face of nature, and this is the noblest gift of the land to people. Slowly, the turquoise sorghum grain gradually became light red and crimson. The red smiling faces held high are the silly smiles of the sturdy young men in their hometown, and the blushing faces of the girls. On the ridge of the field are the leaves of green buckwheat and the flowers of pink buckwheat. Looking at the prosperity of the fields, three or five old farmers, the faces covered with gullies, the face like the land, is an undisguised joy. Cigarette bags full of golden broken smoke, fragrant smoking, talking and laughing comfortably. Thinking about this year's harvest.
Patches of sorghum are going to be harvested. First, carefully cut off the head of sorghum and carry a load to the sun yard; then put down the sorghum neatly and tear off the leaves one by one, which is the most beautiful green material for cattle and sheep; the neck of sorghum is cut off, it is the best raw material for making small baskets and baskets; when the straw of sorghum is in the hands of bamboo workers, it will turn into soft mats, baskets and hats. Whose bridegroom and bride do not put on the red mat made of red sorghum straw to decorate the wedding celebration. This sorghum straw, long, straight, three or five with flexible kudzu tied together, very strong, very durable, the most suitable for laying the roof, is an important material for building houses. The sorghum stature erected in the autumn field is like a house built between heaven and earth, spread with soft sorghum leaves on the ground, that is really a very warm bed. Many people who guard the crops in the field use the sorghum straw to build such temporary houses.
When the grain of sorghum comes out of the sun. The full seeds were ground into noodles in a stone mill, boiled into porridge and baked into pancakes. The kind with the fragrance of the land, with the smell of the sun, will make you reluctant to swallow, will leave fragrance between your teeth. Sorghum is an indispensable raw material for making fine wine. The wine made from sorghum is soft and mellow, and how many heavy drinkers love the sweetness of this sorghum wine. The aroma of wine wafts all over the alley, and a jar of fine wine is enough to smell half the village.
My fellow villagers, can not leave this land, can not do without this red sorghum. This simple red sorghum is a precious gift to the land. Like the simple and kind villagers in their hometown, it is closely integrated with the land all the time.
I miss the red sorghum in my hometown, just as I miss my relatives in my hometown. Just like seeing me as a teenager, my feet were embedded in the warm soil, wearing a bamboo hat and a coir coat, walking in the field of misty rain, listening to the sound of frogs and sorghum jointing.
I miss the golden wind to send the cool autumn, I yearn for the endless sorghum crimson smile
Author: Mengshan woodcutter
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