People who dig crops in the soil are usually called natives. The earth people are really the earth, covered in dirt, smeared all over their faces and sucked in their nostrils. Even the socks made by local women and worn by local men are filled with soil, and from time to time, a few handfuls of soil can be found in the crotch where men pass. It's a soil bag wrapped around people, and people who leave the soil are not called earthlings.

To tell the truth, soil is the most admired and beloved thing of the natives, soil is the life of the natives, and the life of the natives is the life of the natives. Without soil, just like fish and shrimp in the river leave water, local men cherish the soil and never squander it at will. In spring, the local people planted seeds on their own land, and under the sunshine and rain, he grew green seedlings. This young plant thrives day by day in the hard work and tears of the local people, and autumn will be a happy harvest.

As a result, the local man saw the temple of wealth in this harvest and would sing a few ugly words with his rough high notes. At this most proud moment, the earth people will wash away all the dirt, put on costumes that are pressed at the bottom of the box, go out to have fun, and spend a lot of money, but they can't get rid of the earth casting embryo and spray a rustic breath in front of the "matchmaker" ...

Tupouniang

Women who are locals are naturally called local women. The soil of the native woman comes from the native man, married to the native man, and also married to the native man. Rural wives are used to smelling local flavor, and men without local flavor will always make rural wives hate them.

The hearts of women on earth are tied to men on earth, and so is the earth. Smelling the dirt, the local wife knew that her man had turned to go home. A sea bowl filled with earthy hot soup and food, and an old wine treasured in a sea bowl cellar, is his own earthy man, full of wine and rice in the hot sweat, panting. I am used to the days when I smell the earth. Without earthy smell, my wife will itch and panic. I will worship Guanyin and pray for the gods to pray for the man, return safely, adjust the wild feelings burning on the hot kang and have a good dream of well-being and happiness.

On several occasions, the local wife shed a few sad tears, because the rampant man spent a useless sum of money to buy back "Violet" and "Shulman" that she didn't like, leaving all the common necessities behind. ...

loess cave dwelling

A local man and a local wife will always love their own local caves. The earth cave is warm in winter and cool in summer, and the place is spacious, with closed doors to keep out the wind and rain. It won't cost much to have a look at the earth hole. Try your best, an old shovel that can be swung up, or a twisted unicycle will do. Therefore, the earth people and the earth wife are reluctant to part with the earth hole, even if they die, they will die.

The cave is very comfortable. Just close the door and you can run boldly and heartily. No matter how hard outsiders try, you can't hear clearly or see through anything, leaving a mystery in your heart. The world of earth caves is not dark, the skylight is open at the top of the kiln, and the air is always fresh. Earth people and their wives love earth holes and want to pull the whole world into their own holes. The rushing river, the bustling market, the stars and the moon in the sky, the plateau mountains and rivers on the ground, cats, dogs, pigs, sheep and babies, open the door of the cave in the morning, and there is a novel world.

However, local men and local wives are not stingy. One day, a small building was born in the kiln yard. This is not that they started to show off, but a generous gift for their fashionable son and daughter-in-law. ...

Tukangtou

The earth man and his wife said: sleeping on the kang is the most comfortable.

A bare reed mat is like this, a spacious and real world, rolling heartily. Even in the hottest summer, don't forget to cover the quilt, or you will sneeze constantly. In snowy winter, it is a kind of mood. A fire will burn the whole kang extremely hot. The family will sit on the kang, talking and laughing, and the owner's dog and the western cat will have anecdotes. What a round and lively heatable adobe sleeping platform.

The earth people and the earth wife will always be the supreme masters of the heatable adobe sleeping platform. Men's cigarette butts are always banging, and the nature of the hostess can always be revealed from the camouflage-like packaging paper. A kang table is full of hard work all day. When guests come, taking off their shoes and sitting in the middle of the kang is the highest treatment. A pot of old wine is poured into a sea bowl, and when you are drunk, you will lie down and sing a few sour songs, which will definitely attract a broom knot in your heart.

The head of a heatable adobe sleeping platform is always warm and gentle. The mystery of a quiet night is always known only by that flickering little oil lamp.

Clay pot tai

The heatable adobe sleeping platform is connected with the heatable adobe sleeping platform, and there is a fire under the heatable adobe sleeping platform, so it is hot all day. Hot days are sent by this fire, and the days of Tujia daughter-in-law are like this around the clay pot.

At sunrise and sunset, with this earthen pot platform, the life of the natives is getting more and more moist day by day. Hot rice, Hot, heatable, heatable, heatable, heatable, heatable, heatable, heatable, heatable, heatable, heatable, heatable, heatable, heatable, heatable, heatable, heatable, heatable, heatable, heatable, heatable, heatable, heatable. Heated, heatable, heatable, heatable, heatable, heatable, heatable, heatable, heatable, heatable, heatable, heatable, heatable, heatable.

However, local men and local wives still remember those sufferings and bitterness, but they look very pale after the days get better. Just like the simple food cooked on this earthen pot, I am used to bitter and sour taste. Without bitterness and sourness, it is as tasteless as rice without salt and vinegar. If there is no taste, I won't eat it fragrant or sweet. Therefore, in fact, local men and local wives often want it, but they must eat chyme bumps and potato balls. If there is something delicious, it will always be left to the old man and the old woman, and they will feel at ease.

In this way, local wives often cook several times, once for the elderly, once for the young children and once for the hard-working men. She covered the rest. The old man's saliva, the child's snot and the man's sweat are all delicious spices, which are eaten in his mouth and fragrant in his heart, and then he secretly hummed his own ditty: I miss my two-pole man so much. ...