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Shan Ye Feng Chun/online writer Liu Fuyong
According to the timetable, it should be spring breeze now.
But in fact, people always feel that there is not much warmth in the oncoming wind.
On February 2nd, it was my father's birthday, and my wife couldn't get off work. I took my daughter home alone for my father's birthday.
When I got home, I saw two children from my second sister's house, plus my daughter, and the three of them discussed climbing the short mountain behind my father's house.
For safety reasons, my father asked me to take care of the children.
I haven't climbed the mountain for a long time, so I agreed to go with them.
Just out of my parents' house, I walked all the way. Just like the general uphill trail, this road is not wide, but it is tortuous and it is rising step by step. Winding through the land, straight to the bare hill that is not too high.
Walking on the path, looking around, there are rugged fields.
The high is the thin ridge field, and the low is not the thick land in the ditch, but there is water at the bottom of the ditch, which can be irrigated in drought, which is not bad.
Look at the thin ridges. Most of them are filled with soil and miscellaneous fertilizers, but they are not scattered. They're all piled up there, like black wowotou. There are also diligent people who crossed this field early. Pear orchard, fresh soil, evenly distributed there, single ...