🌿Vegetable patch in the morning mist
The moment I opened the firewood door, dew was dripping from the loofah vine.
The mountains in the distance are dark blue, wrapped in a layer of morning mist like a gauze. The vegetable patch is nearby, with green vegetable leaves hanging with water droplets, glowing warmly in the morning light.
A few sparrows flew up from the fence, shaking off a few drops of dew on the morning glories.
The time here seems to be washed by mountain spring water, so clear that it is not stained by dust.
The stone path winds into the distance, and the wild chrysanthemums on the roadside sway gently in the morning breeze.
In the pond, a few red carp swam leisurely, shattering the reflection of the water lilies.
The fragrance of earth is floating in the air, the quiet fragrance of green grass is mixed with it, and the faint fruity fragrance from the orchard in the distance is also integrated into it.
🍃The four seasons on the ridge
In spring, rapeseed flowers are in full bloom, with a sea of golden flowers stretching to the horizon.
Bees are busy among the flowers, and their buzzing sound is like an ancient song.
In the summer afternoon, in the thick shade of the old locust tree, cicadas screamed summer.
When the autumn wind blows gently at dusk, the golden waves in the rice fields are constantly rolling, and the ears of rice are heavy. They bend down, as if to express their gratitude to the gifts given by the earth.
In the early morning of winter, a thin layer of frost covered the wheat seedlings, as if a layer of fine salt had been sprinkled on it.
The weeds on the field ridges withered and flourished, and flourished and withered again.
Those unknown little bouquets of flowers, showing purple, white and yellow, are blooming and withering in the changing seasons.
Occasionally, I will encounter a snail. It has a small house on its back, crawling slowly towards the top of the field, leaving a shiny trace on the moist soil.
🏡Fireworks in the courtyard
The fence is covered with morning glories, their purple petals particularly delicate in the morning light.
The edge of the old well in the corner is covered with moss, and there are still traces of time on the windlass.
In the yard, there are several rows of vegetables, and the leeks look bright green. Xiao Cong's posture is upright and slender. Tomatoes are hanging full on the shelves, and their bright red appearance is very endearing.
In the afternoon, the sun shines through the grape trellis, casting mottled shadows on the ground.
The hen was foraging for food in the yard with a group of chicks, and her cuckooing was full of satisfaction.
There was smoke curling out from the kitchen, and I knew it was grandma preparing dinner. The smell of firewood contained the simplest warmth.
🌾Harvest time
Autumn is the most generous season in the countryside.
The jujube trees were covered with red agate-like jujubes, making the branches bend under the weight.
The fruits on the persimmon trees are like small lanterns, which look particularly beautiful against the blue sky.
In the peanut field, the soft soil is dug up, and plump peanuts carry the fragrance of the soil.
The threshing floor is filled with golden corn, and the drying floor is covered with white cotton.
The old cow pulled the stone grinder, and with the squeaking sound, the rice took off its golden coat.
The densely packed sparrows formed a group to steal food. They suddenly flew up and fell down in an instant, as if they were a gust of wind with the ability to fly.
🍵Tea talk at dusk
As the sun set, a tea table was set up under the old locust tree.
The pottery teapot is filled with self-picked wild chrysanthemum tea, and the heat is rising.
Neighbors were holding teacups and chatting about this year's harvest and tomorrow's weather.
Children chased and played under the trees, startling the tired birds in the treetops.
As the color of the night gradually became darker and thicker, the sound of frogs came from the pond, one after another, as if it was a grand music performance.
Carrying small lanterns that flicker like stars scattered in the world, fireflies dance among the grass.
The shadows of the mountains in the distance gradually melted into the night, leaving only their outlines vaguely discernible.
This kind of countryside is not just a piece of land, but also a state of mind.
Here, time slows down and the mind calms down.
Sow in spring and harvest in autumn, work at sunrise and rest at sunset. The deepest peace is hidden in the simple days.
When the hustle and bustle of the city gradually fades away, this countryside is like a warm embrace, allowing the exhausted soul to find a home.
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