As the saying goes, spring flowers reap in autumn, and summer crops reap in autumn. Autumn is a harvest season and the sweetest season of the year. Listening to the serenade and breathing the cool air is really intoxicating in the autumn night. In the moonlight, enjoy the peace alone. Like a gurgling stream, there are a few leaves floating in my heart, and I am walking slowly in the distance. The tentacles of my thoughts also flew with the winding stream to the land I was attached to when I was a child, the land that raised generations of hometown people.
Autumn is also a season of missing. Every time I come to this season, naturally, more or less, I always think of someone or something. Today, I want to write something and seal these memories on this paper. Perhaps, this is also a kind of comfort and an expression of attachment. My childhood was spent in the countryside, where there were many dreams I woven as a child, perhaps the most in autumn! It is also possible to see Andersen's fairy tale accident and think that autumn is a fairy tale. The main crop in my hometown this season is corn, and some also grow some soybeans, millet or sorghum. At that time, unlike now, there were corn harvesters breaking corn by hand, which was very tired. People walk through the cornfield with a bamboo basket in their hands, break a basket, pile it up, and then transport it home by ox cart or donkey cart. In this way, it will take about one or two sundays from the beginning to the end of corn harvesting.
When the corn is ripe, it looks green at first sight. The lush green under the blue sky is somewhat poetic. The autumn wind shakes the blue waves, and it is particularly bright under the sunshine, as if I were in Bitan Lake, and I was like a fish swimming in it. At that time, I was young and only knew how to play dumb. Generally speaking, adults don't let us work and often play with several children in our village. The cornfield has become our playground. We children can't help adults much, but cornfields are our paradise, and cornstalks are sweet. We children call this kind of corn stalk "sweet stick", which makes us feel that we are eating sugarcane, but not every one is sweet, so we need to find it. Our childhood friends would drill into the corn fields to find this. If you eat too much, you will have experience. We found that if the corn cob is small and the skin of the straw is red, then the corn straw must be sweet. Hehe, sometimes we can find a bunch of children sitting around and judging whose corn stalk is sweet. It's really fun.
Autumn corn, how tall a person is, can often catch slugs in the corn field. This is what our children say the most. We often pester an uncle in the village to weave a cage for us. Then, the next step is for us children to catch the fruit. Whenever one is caught, a group of people will die of excitement, make a hullabaloo about, and have a good time. Then seriously put the slug in a cage and raise it. This kind of cage for raising slugs is made of the skin of sorghum stalks and dried. There are four corners, like turtles, and a slug can't tie one corner until it is put in. After you put it in, you can stab the last corner to death and put a sling in the middle, that's all. Guoguo likes to eat scallion and cabbage leaves. Put the fruit in the sun and it will bark. It has a nice voice and can last for a long time. Up to now, the voice of this grasshopper still haunts my ears.
The cornfield is really our paradise. Besides sweet sticks and slugs, the next step is to roast corn. Adults are afraid that we will start a fire, which is usually done in secret. Of course, fire prevention is definitely the first priority, but we always make this activity colorful. Several friends divide their work, some are responsible for finding tender corn, some are responsible for site selection, some are responsible for digging stoves, and some are responsible for finding firewood. Really busy! Among them, site selection and cooking is a technical activity. First of all, be sure to hide to prevent adults from finding out. Secondly, it is to dig the stove. This task is usually done by me and another child. Everything is ready, and the activity of baking corn begins with everyone's hard work.
Roasting corn is also a technical job. Baked corn should use corn husk. If the shell is removed, the corn will be burnt. When the skins of the corn are roasted on the fire, the corn will be cooked, and it is really tender outside and fragrant inside. It tastes particularly fragrant and tastes better than cooked corn. This fragrance is unforgettable so far, and it is really comparable to roast chicken. Sometimes, rabbits can be caught in corn fields. In autumn, when corn is harvested, rabbits will run out of their nests. If we are lucky, we will catch some rabbits. Once, we found one, several children, yelling, and several others, chasing and intercepting. Although we didn't catch rabbits in the end, we actually caught a few little rabbits where we found them, covered in dust and with dark eyes, which was pitiful. We have gained a lot, so we always remember it.
The autumn wind started, shaking the corn in that place, making a rustling sound, as if welcoming us, one by one, like sentinels standing in line, with their ears swaying in the wind, which was very imposing. Long leaves, swaying from side to side, seemed to be dancing, and with this rustling sound, a waltz came. At sunset, I am happy in that cornfield. Sometimes, in order to please adults, I help them do what I can. Hmm! My mother always praises me at this time, alas! Our baby has a bright future and knows how to work! 〞 Hehe! I also enjoy it and work harder. In that cornfield, the sunset dyed my face red.
In the sunset, people who have been busy all day are leading cows and heading home in the sunset. The face reveals the joy, happiness and joy brought by the harvest. At that time, it was really carefree, and childhood was gone forever. It is said that there are not many farmers in my hometown now, and most of them go out to work. Work in this field is generally outsourced and mechanized. Harvest corn, all with harvesters. Manual operation as before is rare. Some young people work outside the home all the year round, and some have bought houses in the city and settled down. I sometimes want to go back to my hometown to see, except for some old people and children, it is rare to see a few.
When the corn is harvested, the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon. At that time, it was a big festival to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival in the countryside. Besides eating moon cakes, my mother also serves a table of dishes. Of course, there are always some corn cobs on the table. In our yard, there is a big buttonwood. This buttonwood is very big. Every Mid-Autumn Festival, the family will eat dinner, eat cakes and enjoy the moon around the tree. Sometimes, adults have to tell us stories, such as the Goddess Chang'e flying to the moon. Now that I think about it, it's really pleasant!
Now I live in the city. However, due to work reasons, I often run outdoors, and sometimes I often chat with my fellow villagers, relive those days in the country and savor the ups and downs. This season is also the time when corn is ripe. I wonder if the land in my hometown still grows corn as before?
Now, although I have lived in the city for many years, the beauty of my childhood has always been printed in my mind. That cornfield carries an unforgettable life. Whenever I think of this past, my heart is always sweet, as sweet as when I ate that sweet stick.
Send a message in the moonlight. In that autumn cornfield, I put the fleeting time in my memory.