Picture and text/Yingying Shuijian The sky is like a wash of light blue, and white clouds of different shapes set off the sky.

The earth was scorched by the sun, and the hot air spread from the soles of the feet to the whole body.

No birdsong was heard, and I don’t know where the birds were hiding to escape the summer heat. Only the cicadas screamed hoarsely at the top of their lungs, their cheers burning and cheering up their hearts.

The short stone hills, exposed purple-red shale, and large gravels exude the momentum of a flaming mountain. The withered and yellow hay is chaotically crawling, as if if the temperature is higher, it will reach the ignition point.

The wind blew the corn leaves that had been curled by the high temperature, making the crisp sound of fallen leaves crunching under feet in autumn. The corn leaves were yellow and withered, and some of the fruits had failed.

The vines of cantaloupe and watermelon are intertwined, clinging to the ground and extending into the distance, as if they are eagerly looking for a moist soil where life can grow. The melons and fruits have lost their moist deformity.

The plants and trees all drooped their heads, withered, depressed, and dying.

I heard from villagers that there hasn’t been a drop of rain here for more than two months, and the temperature continues to be high.

Looking around, the green crops in the rice fields are rolling with heat waves, which hit my heart.

Unscrew the cap of the water bottle in your hand, gurgling, gurgling, and pour it down your neck. Still feeling hot, it seems like the big beads of sweat are the water from your throat swaying out due to the heat. All over your body,

It's like being dipped in chili pepper water.

Grandma was lying quietly on the wicker chair at Grandma's house. The watermelon she had just picked from the field was taken out of the refrigerator. It had not yet had time to cool down, and the bright red juice was still warm.

A hometown with four distinct seasons, each season gives people such strong feelings, and the summer heat is the same.

The husband held up a parasol, took a bamboo hat from his grandmother's house and put it on, just like that, he broke into the heat where there was nowhere to hide even if he tried to hide.

Along the street, there are two-story buildings arranged in an orderly manner. The doors are locked and almost deserted. It is no longer like the old summer afternoons, when people leaned on the pillars of the corridor and shook the cattail leaf fans in one hand.

With a Longxiu popsicle in one hand, a local specialty, the family is happy and happy.

Wherever my footsteps passed, my floating thoughts were also marching towards the place where I was born, my grandmother's ancestral house, the stilted building.

As I followed my steps closer, I couldn't see the stilted building at a glance. The pumpkin vines spread freely, decorated with orange pumpkin flowers, and the flowers were wilted and expressionless.

Standing quietly on this piece of land, I suddenly heard the creaking sound of the floorboards of the stilted building, which seemed to lead to the years and pass through the gaps in time and space.

The raindrops hanging with raised legs dripped down the eaves and fell into the lotus pond in front of the building. The small person leaned on the window lattice, holding the lattice wooden window bars tightly with his small hands, climbing with the simple joy of a little macaque.

I often sit on the second floor and look down from the window at the fish in the lotus pond, swallowing duckweed and playing in the clear water. The duckweed covers the green lotuses that stick to the water.

Green flies squirted in the water and stood on the little lotus leaves that had just begun to show their sharp corners. Frogs squatted on the lotus leaves, croaking and singing summer songs. They flew downstairs in the early morning to drink the lotus dew.

Little people can also climb up and down the thick wooden suspended stairs, take off their shoes from their feet, throw them down through the huge gaps in the partitions of the stairs, pick them up again, and throw them down again, and so on.

Simply repeat the cycle and enjoy yourself.

Or just sit on the floor, play a role in the TV series, and experience the feeling of overlooking from a high place.

From time to time, there is the sound of grandma's footsteps going upstairs: "Hey, baby! Sit inside and let grandma pass."

There is no guardrail on the stairs. In my memory, it seems that I have never fallen down.

The wooden ladder extends from top to bottom, leading to the door on the first floor, facing the high wooden threshold and facing the innocent time.

My mother told me this. At that time, I often sat on the high threshold and counted the ants crawling by.

There is an Eight Immortals table in the hall on the first floor, with four long benches surrounding it. When sitting around the table, there are elders and younger ones in an orderly manner. The elders and those with higher seniority sit at the table, although I have not yet learned how to do it.

Distinguish the seats, but when you sit around the table, let yourself learn to respect the old and love the young.

There was a black-and-white TV set on the round-corner cabinet near the Eight Immortals table. At that time, I would watch the TV on time every night and watch the weather forecast at 7:30. I could recite the city broadcasts in order, which made my grandfather smile.

When there is no program on the TV station, a map of the earth will pop up on the white screen.

The round-corner cabinet also serves as a screen partition wall in the main room on the first floor. Behind the round-corner cabinet, there is a wooden frame bed. At that time, there were many beds in the house, and it was common for guests to stay overnight.

One time, I came to my grandmother's house with my brother. Grandma was out and not in the house. The two of them hid in the back of the house. They wanted to give grandma an unwelcome surprise. They held the corners of the quilt tightly and laughed secretly. I don't know when,

Entered into a deep dream.

When I woke up, I saw my grandma's smiling face: "I saw your shoes under the bed and wondered where everyone had gone. It turned out that they were hiding in the bed and fell asleep." A burst of laughter echoed in the room.

In the upper left corner of the first floor, there is a coal stove. The coal stove will warm people. The time spent around the stove chatting and laughing, baking glutinous rice cakes, warming fermented grain wine, roasting dried squid, and roasting oranges is warm in the memories.

Warm people's lives, warm their hearts for a lifetime.

After exiting the main room on the first floor, two stone staircases staggered, leading down to a winding path out the door.

Climbing up the stairs is the kitchen (kitchen) filled with human fireworks. On the top of the stove, the smoke from the cooking utensils has been filled with the food of the four seasons, dyeing it with a heavy background of life. It is dark, just like my grandmother was smoked by the kitchen.

A dark face shows vicissitudes of life, but also has the most beautiful face in life.

On the beams of the stove room, there are piles of neatly tied sweet potatoes and cold potatoes, as well as garlic plates and red dried chili peppers.

Why it is hung here, I have never asked, I don't know, I don't have too much understanding, I only know the abundance of food from this.