The vegetable field is in the suburbs, and it has to cross more than half of the county. Father rode a bicycle and camel farm tools, crossed Yuanjiang Avenue, turned into Tieshan River Bridge, pushed open the bamboo fence door of Wacun, and the vegetable garden at the end of Tiankan shyly hid in the green hills.
My father stood in the vegetable field, bent down to the ground in a devoted posture, and raised his shovel to turn the ground. The land is soft and elastic, and every shovel seems to open the meridians of the land. The newly reclaimed land exudes heat and the fragrance of earth. Father took a deep breath, which was the smell of familiarity and love. Father turned over the vegetable garden, smashed large pieces of soil with a hoe, leveled and ironed the uneven places. Digging, soil preparation and ridging, my father was sweating profusely, and a drop of sweat slipped from my father's criss-crossing face and disappeared into the soil. His undershirt hangs on the plum tree in the corner of the vegetable garden, fluttering in the wind, which is a symbol of farmers and a call. Wa people who work across several fields will smoke a bag of cigarettes with their father, talk about land and harvest, and feel the smell of soil, vegetation and wind in the smoke. ......
Father bought seeds and vegetable seedlings. He divided the vegetable garden into several ridges, pointed out shallow pits on the ridges with a hoe and asked me to order radishes. I stood in the long room, picked up a handful of radish seeds and threw them into the pit, which was far away everywhere. Father is not satisfied. He said you must be careful with the seeds. They are all creatures. You must be conscious, bend down, take three or five seeds, walk around and put them all in the pit at that point. Just like your job, you must win the hearts of the people, and the policies that should be sent to the people must be in place.
After ordering turnips and cabbages, my father began to use them in long lanes to come to kind of garlic. I can't pick up garlic. Is the garlic up or the garlic tip up? Seeing my hesitation, my father picked up the garlic seeds and firmly inserted the garlic into the soil, revealing half of the garlic tip. Father said gently, "kind of garlic is like a human being. You have to be down-to-earth and not superficial." Maybe my father has learned about this land and plants.
I crouched beside my father and set up garlic in rows, dense and impartial, so that he could take root and grow sturdily in the soil. Father asked my nephew to drag golden straw and spread it with a thin layer. Father said that straw can keep out the autumn tiger during the day and condense dew at night. After two days of busy work, my father planted this kind of plant and vegetable seedlings. Waiting for the seeds of Chinese cabbage and vegetables to be unearthed after a heavy rain.
The waiting process is anxious and full of hope. He wandered around the garden during the day and watched the weather forecast at home at night. I'm afraid that the sun is too big for the seeds to come out, and I'm afraid that the rain will harden and the seedlings will not come out. I am also afraid that the seeds I bought are fake and will never germinate. In a continuous autumn rain, sleeping seeds broke out of the ground, and seedlings as thin as needle tips were drilled out of the ground. In the morning after the rain, my father found fresh green buds growing in the vegetable garden, and the teeth of several cabbages were still stained with bright dew. At that moment, my father had a real pleasure. Father's mood is closely related to season, weather, rain and crops.
Father takes good care of his seedlings. The sunny days for several days worried my father. There is a clear spring not far from the vegetable garden, which is inexhaustible in sunny days and muddy in rainy days. Father picks more than twenty buckets of water a day and waters each vegetable seedling. Well water and sweat nourish the vegetable seedlings bit by bit, and the vegetable seedlings seem to perceive their father's expectations. First, the radish buds stretch out and stretch the delicate leaves, which makes people feel excited; Leek buds are not far behind, fat and green, like a sword, as if to break the sky; Onion seedlings jump from section to section like green spears.
Father tried to weed and fertilize the garden. The vegetable garden is full of vitality. The fat radish arched, revealing a bright red head; Lettuce sticks to the ground and grows into green flowers; The green leaves of garlic are clustered together, just like a small bamboo forest. My father checked every vegetable to see if there were still weeds grabbing food and insects stealing it. Father gently pulled out the crowded cabbage and radish, washed away the soil in the well and took it home for us to enjoy.
Green natural vegetables are delicious food that the whole family is scrambling to eat. Shredded lettuce is crisp and refreshing; Chinese cabbage is tender and sweet; The aroma of coriander attacks people; Red cabbage moss is gorgeous and crisp; Especially the stewed pork ribs with radish are rich in nutrition and delicious in soup. Smell it fragrant, see it transparent and delicious, touch it soft and appetizing, bite it full of fragrance, and cause children to call it delicious. At this point, my father was filled with joy.
Father knocked on his neighbor's door, and all the neighbors in the city looked at him blankly. Father stood at the door with the vegetables he thought were the wettest, and didn't come into the house. He said that he planted a lot of vegetables and shared them with everyone. The neighbor first refused, perhaps because his father's simplicity and stubbornness moved him and accepted the food he sent. A few days later, my neighbor knocked on my door and said that his father in the country had brought him chestnuts, so let's share some. Father used the sincerity and labor of his farmers to turn the neighbors in the city into villagers in the country.
The vegetable garden is my father's stage, and my father plows the ground on the stage with a hoe and shovel. Green vegetables and radishes take turns to stage; Frogs and birds sing one after another. My father lives a busy life day after day and year after year with the attitude of working. Spring has come, sowing hope; Autumn passed and the fruit was harvested.
Father forgot his age and fatigue. He bathed in morning dew, covered with sunset glow and worked hard in the vegetable garden. ......