Actually, it is not. At dusk, the dim lights in the countryside come out from different windows, accompanied by the smoke from the kitchen, which really has a unique charm.
I think the smoke from cooking at this time is the purest.
Faye Wong has a song "See the smoke rising again, the twilight shines on the earth ..." I have always liked this song, and the complex that I can't solve is probably the smoke in the kitchen.
{PS: Looking at the smoke from a distance, there is a sense of mystery, but approaching is another feeling.
In rural areas, most people's kitchen stoves lean against the corner, and because most of them use firewood as fuel, the surrounding walls are smoked black. The chimney is above the kitchen stove, leaning against the corner, and two walls are made of short bricks, which is about half a meter higher than the roof. This is where the smoke rises. (There are exceptions, of course)
Don't think that burning firewood will burn the chimney wall and even the house black. In fact, it is delicious to cook with firewood. Different kinds of firewood will emit different smells when burning, and these smells will be mixed with the aroma of food, and then slowly float with the smoke from the kitchen. After smelling it, my mouth is watering. }
2。 ridge between fields
It is a path in the countryside, but it is different from other paths.
It is made of soil between rice fields. Not high, often only one or twenty centimeters higher than paddy fields. If there is a lot of water in the paddy field, then these ridges are soft. If you step on them, people will involuntarily think, will they collapse or sink in? In fact, don't worry, such things rarely happen unless you have enough weight and enough luck.
The poem describing the beautiful scenery of the countryside is: we look at the green trees surrounding your village and the pale blue of the distant mountains;
Poems describing the winter scenery
1. For example, this winter, it will be held in the west of the city. (Du Fu: Military Vehicle Shop)
2. In the autumn moon, Yangming Creek, Dongling Lane and Han Songmei. (Tao Yuanming: Four Seasons)
3. The neighbors in the south are even more unforgettable, and the winter cloth has not been redeemed. (Lu You: The Storm on October 28th)
4. Make haste in winter tonight, and get older tomorrow. (Dong Sigong: "Shou Sui")
5. Sing autumn wind, buy wine and fly winter snow. (Wang Wei: "Four Qi Poems")
When the severe winter came, all the flowers disappeared. (Chen Yi: "Mei")
7. I don't know if the spraying has started recently, but it is suspected that it has not been sold after the winter snow. (Zhang Wei: "Early Plum")
Children are neighbors in winter and snowy days, but fools on the shore are precious. (Lu You: Autumn in the Suburb)
9. Every winter on the solstice in Handan, I report my shadow in front of the knee lamp. (Bai Juyi: Homesickness from Winter to Day and Night)
10. The weather and personnel are urging each other. The winter solstice is sunny and spring is coming again. (Du Fu: "Xiaozhi")
1. In the spring morning, I woke up easily, and birds were singing everywhere. (Meng Haoran: "Spring Dawn")
2. But how much affection does it have for an inch of grass to get three spring rays? (Meng Jiao: "Wanderer")
When those red berries come in spring, they flush on your southern branches. (Wang Wei: Acacia)
4. Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. (Du Fu: "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night")
Wildfire never completely devoured them, but they grew taller again in the spring breeze. (Bai Juyi: (Farewell to ancient grass))
6. Plant a millet in spring and harvest 10,000 seeds in autumn. (Li Shen: "Farmers")
Although a country is divided, mountains and rivers remain forever, and the spring of trees and grass is back. (Du Fu: Hope in Spring)
8. Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud will protect the flowers. (Gong Zizhen: (Ji Hai's chores))
9. I wonder who cut the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. (He Zhangzhi: "Liu Yong")
10. Spring Garden can't be closed. (Ye Shaoweng: "Not worth going to the park")
Summer in Poetry
1. I don't know about the heat, but I regret the long summer. (Bai Juyi: "Looking at Wheat Cutting")
Living in the depths of the city, it is still clear in spring and summer. (Li Shangyin: (Yat Sen Qing))
The first summer was peaceful, and the grass didn't rest. (Xie Lingyun: (Swim Stanley into the Sailing Sea ")
4. The bitter nights in midsummer are short, and the entrance is cool. (Du Fu: "Summer Night Sigh")
5. Farmer Fang Xia Yun, I dare to eat if I can't sit still. (Dai Fugu: "Hot")
6. Everyone is bitter and hot, and I love long summer days. (Li Ang: "Xia Lian")
7. Remnants gather in summer, and new rain brings autumn haze. (Cen Can: "Shuige sent Wang Huaying Shaofu back to the county")
8. Even if it rains, I don't know if spring will go. I feel that it will clear up before summer is deep. (Fan Chengda: "Xiqing")
9. Qingjiang River embraces the village stream, and everything in Changxiajiang Village is quiet. (Du Fu: "Jiangcun")
10. Why do you hate wheatgrass when she is gone? Xia Muyang and Yin are just cute. (Qin Guan: "March is a dark day")
Mid-Autumn Festival
1. The autumn wind is bleak and the waves are rough. (Cao Cao: Looking at the sea)
If you drop three autumn leaves, you can blossom in February. (Li Qiao: "Wind")
Plant a millet in spring and harvest 10 thousand seeds in autumn. (Li Shen: "Farmers")
4. I am often afraid that the autumn festival will come and the yellow leaves will wither. ("Han Yuefu? Long song ")
5. The window contains autumn snow in Xiling, and it is at the gate of Wu Dong Wan Li boating. (Du Fu: "Jueju")
6. The lake and the moon set each other off, and there is no wind mirror on the pool surface. (Liu Yuxi: "Looking at Dongting")
7. Autumn has been sad and lonely since ancient times. I say autumn is better than spring. (Liu Yuxi: "Autumn Ci")
8. Qiu Guang drew a cold screen with a silver candle and waved a small fan to drive away fireflies. (Du Mu: Autumn Night)
9. When is the spring flower and autumn moon, and how much is known about the past. (Li Jue: "Yu Meiren")
10. I want to say that I am still resting, but I say it is a cool autumn. (Xin Qiji: "Ugly Slave? Book blog
Respondents: anonymous 5- 13 10: 17.
1。 Cooking smoke
In my opinion, the most touching thing about entering the countryside is the kitchen smoke that can be seen everywhere. I like cooking cigarettes as much as I like this simple country life.
I am a person used to getting up early. Even if you go to bed late, you will wake up early the next day, which seems to be a habit. However, the smoke from the countryside woke up earlier than me and rose gently in this quiet and peaceful village.
Life in the countryside is very regular, just like the smoke in this kitchen, which rises three times a day.
In the morning, the sky is often the brightest. In my opinion, the smog at this time is the most thorough, and the coolest wind in the country can only be appreciated in the morning.
Under the faint sky, accompanied by the cool morning breeze, you will see the graceful posture of kitchen smoke, see it rise slowly and then disappear gradually.
I think this kind of cooking smoke is the most pleasant.
At noon, the sun gradually became overbearing. You must be careful if you want to see smoke at this time. Cooking smoke in rural areas is not as conspicuous as in cities. It is always continuous, but it is really liked by people.
Cooking cigarettes should be the most casual at this time.
At dusk, the smoke rising from the kitchen always makes people feel a lot. If you go out, or go out to work all day, and see the smoke from the rural kitchen, you should feel a warm feeling, or a sense of urgency in anxious to return.
People always give a lot of cigarettes when cooking at night.
Actually, it is not. At dusk, the dim lights in the countryside come out from different windows, accompanied by the smoke from the kitchen, which really has a unique charm.
I think the smoke from cooking at this time is the purest.
Faye Wong has a song "See the smoke rising again, the twilight shines on the earth ..." I have always liked this song, and the complex that I can't solve is probably the smoke in the kitchen.
{PS: Looking at the smoke from a distance, there is a sense of mystery, but approaching is another feeling.
In rural areas, most people's kitchen stoves lean against the corner, and because most of them use firewood as fuel, the surrounding walls are smoked black. The chimney is above the kitchen stove, leaning against the corner, and two walls are made of short bricks, which is about half a meter higher than the roof. This is where the smoke rises. (There are exceptions, of course)
Don't think that burning firewood will burn the chimney wall and even the house black. In fact, it is delicious to cook with firewood. Different kinds of firewood will emit different smells when burning, and these smells will be mixed with the aroma of food, and then slowly float with the smoke from the kitchen. After smelling it, my mouth is watering. }
2。 ridge between fields
It is a path in the countryside, but it is different from other paths.
It is made of soil between rice fields. Not high, often only one or twenty centimeters higher than paddy fields. If there is a lot of water in the paddy field, then these ridges are soft. If you step on them, people will involuntarily think, will they collapse or sink in? In fact, don't worry, such things rarely happen unless you have enough weight and enough luck.
I like walking on the ridge of the field.
Most of the time, I walk barefoot along the ridge with shoes in my hand, without any purpose, just keep walking. Some newly-built ridges have not yet grown grass. Walking on them, there will always be some wet mud naughty from my feet, which is very interesting. Or some fields are planted with soybeans, and the seedlings of soybeans scratch my calves all the way.
Whenever I walk on such a ridge, I always think of a fairy tale: in a country, when she gives farmers land, she always lets them measure with their own feet how far they can go and how much land they can get. ...
Then I will laugh and think that if so, I should also own a very, very big land.
3。 Grassland, cattle
Grassland can be seen everywhere in rural areas, which is not as meaningful as its existence in cities. If there is anything, it must be related to cows.
Every morning and evening, there are always many people herding cattle on the grass. Because cows eating grass is very different from sheep (always try to stay in one place and chew slowly), people who put cows on the grass also have time to do what they want.
Cattle herders are generally very young, mostly under the age of twenty and over five. Some of them read books on the grass (children in rural areas always study hard), some sleep and some play cards. Younger children are running and playing on the grass.
Most of these cows have bells around their necks (which makes it easier to find them after they get lost). When cows eat grass, their necks move and bells ring.
The whole lawn is very lively.
4。 A stream, a well
In the countryside, the most indispensable thing is to have a stream or a small river.
Streams are usually small, but they are two or three meters wide; Not deep enough. When there is little water, you just need to pull up your trouser legs and you can swim across. But such a stream is extremely important, and most of people's daily water comes from here. Wash clothes, rice and vegetables. In the evening, many children will gather around the stream to swim.
The real drinking water in rural areas is well water.
Well water is divided into two types. One is natural groundwater, which drips from crevices and becomes its own well over time. Such wells are often very small, so you have to take them carefully with a spoon when you need water. It's precious, but the water is really good. It's warm in winter and cool in summer. It's delicious. The other kind of well is dug by oneself. It needs to be dug deep until groundwater keeps oozing out, then carefully sorted out and clarified for a few days, and then water can be drawn from it in wooden barrels.
5。 bed
This kind of bed has a place in the countryside. In the past, only rich people had it, or it was specially made by carpenters when holding happy events. It's simple.
This kind of bed is very wide, so there is a lot of space under it; Its edge is very high, so anyone who falls asleep need not worry about falling down accidentally. There are carvings all around the bed, which is a waste of effort. Although rough, this is probably why the bed looks atmospheric. The top of the bed is inclined to hang mosquito nets.
Red is the main color of the bed, probably to highlight its solemnity!
6。 Frog sound
In the middle of the night, everything quieted down and the frog became the protagonist of this country.
I really don't know how to describe this feeling when you are lying in bed listening to frogs.
Frogs have a loud voice. Listening to them, it sounds like they are outside the window. They say it's interesting, they say it's annoying, or they just get used to it.
If you want to have a good sleep at night, you can't find such a frog interesting. I'm so excited. How can I sleep? Don't feel too bored, or you will feel bored. What you need is habit, calm down and treat it with peace of mind, so that you can fall asleep soon.
7。 mosquito
There are many mosquitoes in the countryside, and they are particularly powerful.
They are often very big and have sharp mouths. If they stare at you a little, they will get a big pimple, which is red and swollen. I'm afraid it will take many days to disappear.
……
After living in the country for a few days, I felt a lot and learned a lot.
Every time I walk on the ridge and see the faint smoke rising in the distance, there is always a feeling in my heart. I was moved by standing in the country, but I was also puzzled. Is this the real country life I've been looking for?
There's something missing. I'm waiting for the next time. Feel again and be moved again.
Rain falls from the sky and comes to the world in a subtle, gentle, silent and even colorless way. Touching the square earth, Mo Mo loves all creatures on the earth.
Through the damp and transparent glass, I began to look for traces of rain, trying to capture its light figure.
However, its naughty face is transparent to me and the earth, and its dancing will never fall into sight. But that doesn't stop me from feeling it. Just because I can't see doesn't mean I can't reach my heart.
I know this is what I am thinking at the moment. It is flying along Hayes' clear lines to the sparse leaves in front of the window, then gathering into beads, sliding from one end of the leaves to another low corner of the leaves, from crystal clear to dripping, spinning and dripping into a song. Isn't this journey like an elf who knows how to blink without sunlight transmission?
Intelligence is the other side. How can such a light rain not make people excited? How to stop people staring at the window?
When it's rainy and gray, the dry music in my heart is silent. Just like the original messy building in the sun, after the noise of fine dust was washed away by rain, it began to show its patchwork under the casual rendering of gray. The white and gray buildings set off the boundless sky with grid lines.
And the distant houses are blurred in the looming, covered with mysterious veil, shaking the uneven shadows of trees, conveying illusory beauty in the rain. In the change of late autumn, blue and yellow also reduce the clarity and aggressiveness of a few inches of sunshine and increase the gentle whisper in the wind. Whether stupid or angry, it is the poet's deep affection.
In rural areas, even vegetables that have forgotten the season, with tender faces, began to sing green under the moisture of rain. Even through the fence, I can hear their cheers, clusters, clusters. ......
So, at this time, I will open the fence and let myself wander on the pastoral path. Throw away the diaphragm of the umbrella and have the closest contact with Xiaoyu.
I didn't realize the change of season until the coolness penetrated my thin dress. Life in the south is like this. I am often confused and break into a new season without the preparation of boundaries. But this is all right, so that many awakenings suddenly appear in their ignorant smiles, rather than being captured in the inexplicable sigh of seasonal changes.
It's raining slightly, although it's already called winter rain, but its unique breath is full of unspeakable tenderness. I like it to fall quietly on my shoulders, on my hair, and surround me with hidden sweetness with kisses.
A few strands of hair hanging over the shoulders gradually formed its transparent and hazy figure. Looking down at it, I imagined that I would become more beautiful because of it. The smile has flooded my lips and penetrated the cold in winter. ......
When I smile, I will definitely think of you. It turns out that no matter whether the moonlight is like water or light rain, as long as you are moved, beauty will always exist.
Respondent: zxfvgds- ranking15-1918:12.
Beautiful countryside
Fresh air is now a symbol of the countryside.
What fresh air can city people enjoy? Even if I occasionally feel the soft wind coming from the distant horizon, it is mixed with countless suffocating or almost suffocating strange smells, full of all kinds of noises, passing through strange lights, fleeting among jungle-like reinforced concrete tall buildings, but like the smell floating in a mud pond, it is discarded in colorful garbage.
People in rural areas like to turn their backs on the sky, stare at the scorching sun and sweat silently in the fields. They hold loess in their hands, and sometimes there is a trace of helplessness on their faces, but they love the hot land they are struggling to hold and work there. Once they lost an inch of land, they lost their taste and even argued carefully about it. So we see that some villagers who grow crops in rural areas rarely move to cities, not because they can't afford land and houses in cities, but because they don't want to leave the places where their ancestors lived. There is their eternal hope in the beautiful rural land, and every piece of soil and gravel accumulates their feelings handed down from generation to generation.
In contrast, the feelings of urban residents for the city they live in are not the same as those of rural residents for the country they live in. Many places in the city provide great convenience for their lives. For example, supermarkets, school visits, social activities and so on. However, traffic jams, poor ditch renovation, smoke and dust in the air, and downtown noise all made them exhausted and even blurted out abuse from time to time. Several friends I know who live in the city always complain to varying degrees when I talk to them about their views on the city. What about the villagers in the countryside? Talking to them about the countryside, few people complain about their living environment, and perhaps there are not many compliments. In their eyes, the only complaint is the inconvenient transportation.
The beauty of country life lies outside the courtyard. When I lived in my old house, I often wore a pair of cloth shoes and put on a set of casual clothes to go out for sightseeing. Walking in the green mountains and green waters, the most comfortable thing in vision is the girl's bright red and green clothes, and the enjoyment in hearing is the refreshing sound of chickens and insects, and the sound of farmers opening the courtyard door. This gaudy color and simple voice are most suitable for this large area of wheat ears and stumbling cows. Further on, there is a hotel in the distance where people live together. The shop number is "Happy Forest". I am very happy in my heart. The wind is blowing under my feet, as if I were moved by the immortal spirit of China Kung Fu.
The amount of water in this place is amazing. As long as you stand in an empty place, there must be a big or small river bend flowing into your eyes.
In the morning, before the fish in the river wake up, people poke their dreams with bamboo poles. The fog is very thick, and there is no one opposite. When the two boats approached, they both broke out in a cold sweat. They repeatedly said that it was close, but the ships were staggered by more than ten feet. There is an old fisherman here, 78 years old, with a fair face and a Hong Zhong voice. "Small fish and shrimp for sale-",although it is a common cry, makes people intoxicated. When you wake up with a cup of tea, you feel comfortable and full of body fluid. Occasionally, a lazy man on the boat got drunk last night and climbed out of the cabin in a daze. Seeing that it was dark, he stood at the stern and raised a line of mud and urine. Many of them have been scolded by their wives, and the water for cooking has to be picked from this river!
There are often two lovely birds, holding the top of the willow tree by the river, with their eyes facing each other, singing chirp, infinite tenderness and snuggling up to each other. A pair of carp came out in the morning to get some air, taking advantage of the fog and playing to their heart's content, regardless of the envious and helpless eyes of the old fisherman.
The sky is getting brighter and the sun is shining, which dispels the rootless fog. The whole village suddenly came alive. Farmers get up early, nothing more than two things, burning incense at night and making breakfast. In this place, people's toilets are often by the river, and men and women do their own things and go hand in hand, but they don't feel anything wrong. Later, chickens fly and dogs jump in the village, students go to school, farmers go to the fields and workers work.
In the morning, I always wake up naturally, and the light outside the wooden window is getting brighter and brighter. The chirping of birds has gradually decreased from noisy chirping, and I think it's time to end the insect catching party. Occasionally, a sweet singer flew away crying. Get up and look at the time on your mobile phone. It's not six o'clock yet. The sun is already in the bushes, and the light is lightly smeared on the east wall. The light cast in the house was covered with floating dust, and tiny particles rose and sank happily in the light, like dancing in the morning light. Pack up mom, push her to sit in the sun and start making breakfast. Because there is no concept of time in rural life, everything can be leisurely.
Many people who have never lived in the countryside find it difficult to understand how they live. This should be the theme of a novel, because such a novel is similar to Lu Xun's social drama. Although their material conditions are very bitter, there are no so-called toys to play with in modern civilization. If there are, they are also things made by themselves, simple and rough. Children's nature is that there is no distinction between rich and poor in the adult world, and they admit the intrigue in the world. They treat each other sincerely and treat them as a good thing to entertain guests from afar, instead of forgetting their own nature and knowing what money talks at an early age!
If life in the countryside is bitter, it should be the world of adults. For children, the air in the countryside is fresh, the environment in the countryside is peaceful and the scenery in the countryside is beautiful. This is one thing that I will never forget in my life. If there is anything I feel now, it is my childhood rural life, which is an unsatisfied natural life in the sentence.
Living in the big concrete cage of the city, human beings have long forgotten their belonging.
My head is very comfortable. In busy farming season (such as spring ploughing and autumn harvest), I work in the fields at dawn in the morning and may go home to rest and eat at noon. If the sun is not very hot, continue underground. Go back and take a nap at noon (so that you can work hard in the afternoon). If you have a lot of work, you should work by moonlight or light at night. Most of my spare time is cleaning, shopping, visiting relatives and friends and so on.
All these are traditions, and now some manual processing industries have also developed in rural areas. For example, processing air-conditioned quilts and toys, many young people specialize in these jobs.
My situation in Xinjiang: I do farm work in summer, but I don't play-I play more things, which can be said to be a feature of Xinjiang people-I gamble more.
Winter: It's snowy and the wind is biting. Playing is a daily task.
Respondent: 0 12332 1zx- novice level 2 5-22 13:09.
How charming the field scenery is in October, like a beautiful picture.
In the early morning, the field was covered with a veil-like mist, as if to give rice the last moisture. When the sun came out, the eyes were golden, and the full ears of rice bowed their heads and bent the rice stalks. Dewdrops hung on the rice grains, shining in the sun, like countless pearls. A gust of wind blew, and the rice fluttered with the wind, giving off the breath of "autumn field".
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How charming the field scenery is in October, like a beautiful picture.
In the early morning, the field was covered with a veil-like mist, as if to give the rice the last moisture. When the sun came out, the eyes were golden, and the full ears of rice bowed their heads and bent the rice stalks. Dewdrops hung on the rice grains, shining in the sun, like countless pearls. A gust of wind blew, and the rice moved with the wind, making a sound of "name=news_content".
After lunch, it seems that someone is silently directing, old people, young people and children. They all happen to coincide, holding silver sickles, leaving home, rushing to the field and starting to grab the harvest. Sweat flowed on their faces and wet their clothes, and they didn't bother to wipe them. "Click click" rang into one piece and merged into an idyllic symphony. How wonderful and cheerful the sound is! You see, the soybean sticks out its round little head in the pod and looks out, as if enjoying a bumper harvest.
Overnight, all the standing rice slept on the floor like a carpet. This field has become very broad. After two or three days, the rice sleeping on the ground disappeared and turned green. Ah! It turned out to be green wheat leaves, much like a lush grassland. Wheat leaves are long and thin, soft and tender. They suck the crystal rain and dew, scrambling to grow, as if they were taller and faster than anyone else.
There is a hole in front of me. I looked up and saw all kinds of vegetables: red peppers, green vegetables, clustered grass heads ... I pulled out a green vegetable with roots like grandpa's beard and leaves and vegetable handles like pieces of table tennis boards.
What a charming Akita!
Good sentence: On the hillside, the mature apple trees are covered with red apples, like small lanterns. Autumn is really a harvest day!
There are many flowers and plants under the apple tree. The grass stretches, looks up and smiles sweetly. A breeze blew, and the small wild flowers shook their bodies, emitting waves of attractive fragrance.
Interviewee: Zhang Wenchan-Assistant Level 2 5-23 20:04
Rural living materials
1, the beauty of rural life is outside the hospital. When I lived in my old house, I often wore a pair of cloth shoes and put on a set of casual clothes to go out for sightseeing. Walking in the green mountains and green waters, the most comfortable thing in vision is the girl's bright red and green clothes, and the enjoyment in hearing is the refreshing sound of chickens and insects, and the sound of farmers opening the courtyard door. This gaudy color and simple voice are most suitable for this large area of wheat ears and stumbling cows. Further on, there is a hotel in the distance where people live together. The shop number is "Happy Forest". I am very happy in my heart. The wind is blowing under my feet, as if I were moved by the immortal spirit of China Kung Fu.
The amount of water in this place is amazing. As long as you stand in an empty place, there must be a big or small river bend flowing into your eyes.
In the morning, before the fish in the river wake up, people poke their dreams with bamboo poles. The fog is very thick, and there is no one opposite. When the two boats approached, they both broke out in a cold sweat. They repeatedly said that it was close, but the ships were staggered by more than ten feet. There is an old fisherman here, 78 years old, with a fair face and a Hong Zhong voice. "Small fish and shrimp for sale-",although it is a common cry, makes people intoxicated. When you wake up with a cup of tea, you feel comfortable and full of body fluid. Occasionally, a lazy man on the boat got drunk last night and climbed out of the cabin in a daze. Seeing that it was dark, he stood at the stern and raised a line of mud and urine. Many of them have been scolded by their wives, and the water for cooking has to be picked from this river!
There are often two lovely birds, holding the top of the willow tree by the river, with their eyes facing each other, singing chirp, infinite tenderness and snuggling up to each other. A pair of carp came out in the morning to get some air, taking advantage of the fog and playing to their heart's content, regardless of the envious and helpless eyes of the old fisherman.
The sky is getting brighter and brighter, and the sun is shining, which dispels the rootless fog. The whole village suddenly came alive. Farmers get up early, nothing more than two things, burning incense at night and making breakfast. In this place, people's toilets are often by the river, and men and women do their own things and go hand in hand, but they don't feel anything wrong. Later, chickens fly and dogs jump in the village, students go to school, farmers go to the fields and workers work.
In the morning, I always wake up naturally, and the light outside the wooden window is getting brighter and brighter. The singing of birds has gradually decreased from the enthusiasm and noise of singing. I think it's to catch insects after the party. Occasionally, a sweet singer flew away crying. Get up and look at the time on your mobile phone. It's not six o'clock yet. The sun is already in the bushes, and the light is lightly smeared on the east wall. The light cast in the house was covered with floating dust, and tiny particles rose and sank happily in the light, like dancing in the morning light. Pack up mom, push her to sit in the sun and start making breakfast. Because there is no concept of time in rural life, everything can be leisurely.