Spring is here, it's really here!

The snow that fell the day before the Lantern Festival completely melted in only half a day.

Several consecutive sunny days have driven away the chill brought by the spring snow. Although the northern foothills of the Qinling Mountains are still faintly white, the unstoppable flow of warm and humid air flows into the Guanzhong Basin, and the temperature rises steadily.

The moisture in the fields is just right, and farmers can’t wait to get out of the bad weather.

Those walking, riding bicycles, pulling carts, and riding electric bicycles and three-wheeled motorcycles... Micro tillers and grasshopper legs also drove out of the village, laden with biogas slurry and dilute manure.

The large steel cans sloshed and threw out bits of feces... Zhouzhi County in the middle of the basin relies on the natural climate of the Qinling Mountains to plant kiwis, peaches, plums, apricots, apples, cherries and other fruits. It is no longer a major grain-producing county.

It has become a fruit orchard with kiwi fruit as its main industry.

Large tracts of fruit trees, from a distance, still look like the color of the land, the color of the branches, and a few strands of wheat fields that have just turned green, seem to make you feel the breath of early spring.

Today, the whole family came together to apply pig manure to the plum tree.

Last summer, several five-wheelers of pig manure were pulled back from the pig farm, piled on the ground, wrapped tightly in plastic paper, and decomposed. After more than half a year of heaping, the plastic paper was removed, and the manure had turned black.

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I dare not express it with the smell of manure, but farmers love manure as much as they love Wujin!

I took off my cotton-padded clothes, rolled up my sleeves, and along with the beeping sound of the grasshopper-leg handcart, I, my husband, my children and my friends threw feces into the car. Like cutting tofu, we shoveled it into a big, fluffy piece.

The energy I had accumulated all winter came out. I was sweating hotly after a while, but I felt so refreshed.

The handcart drove into the rows of fruit trees. As the car drove, we spread manure under the trees, nervously and orderly.

The car was fast and people were tired, so it took most of the day to finish the treatment.

My lower back hurts and I can't even lift my arms.

Standing at the edge of the field, looking at the neat rows of trees, looking at the black manure under the trees, looking at the crowded and white flower buds, I suddenly felt energetic again.

Take some photos, those black feces seem to turn into giant black plums, like the face of a queen covered in black veil, elegant and fragrant!

The autumn plum tree next to the east is still small, and my aunt is planting konjac for Daxing. There are a few buckets on the cart on the edge of the field, which are a few saplings that have just been replanted.

The little girl was carrying a bamboo basket to pick wild vegetables in the orchard. The shepherd's purse started to turn green from chlorosis. It was quite big and fresh. She could take it home to make stuffed dumplings or cook it into a pulpy vegetable - just thinking about it made me drool!

Next door to the west is the Early Plum King. Because it has been difficult to bear fruit in recent years, the uncle has been tending the Osmia Bee for a while and is currently grafting red-leaf plums on the branches.

Across the road from my Li Garden is the Red Rose Li Garden. My brother is holding a rotary tiller, plowing weeds and mixing in manure.

Last year the red roses bore fruit very well. You see, he has a happy smile on his face this year despite his huge pockets, and he roars a few rich Qin Opera lines from time to time.

The new soil under the tree is moist and loose, exuding the fragrance of earth.

As the sun sets in the west, the red sunset reflects the Qinling Mountains and bathes the fruit trees in the river.

We walked home against the sunset and enjoyed the scenery along the roadside.

The selling price of peaches was very low last year. Some people cut down the trees sadly, but some people still insisted on working.

Looking at the pruned peach trees, the smooth borders, and the straight beams... one can tell at a glance the hard work and intention of the owner of the garden.

If you look closely, you will see that although the peach blossom buds are not as tightly clustered as the plum blossoms, they are spaced apart one by one, but they are much larger than the plum blossom buds.

Each one is like the tip of a small brush, already glowing with a touch of green.

Look at the kiwi orchards, the gray and white T-shaped cement poles are lined up like soldiers; five strands of steel wire mesh pass through the T-shaped pole beams, and the kiwi branches and vines are neatly and orderly fixed on the steel wires, like

The middle part is perfect for a young man; a little brown hair has been exposed on the full and shiny kiwi fruit leaf buds... No, the women holding corn cob shells to tie the branches have not finished work yet, talking about whose children sell kiwi fruit on the Internet.

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Walking on the way home, I was dizzy and felt extremely happy.

"The plan for a year lies in spring."

Spring is a season full of dreams and hopes. Industrious and honest farmers work intensively on this yellow land year after year.

Farmers seem to have no control over whether the harvest is good or bad, whether prices are high or low, but it is the duty of farmers to take good care of their fields.