Before setting off that day, I told myself, isn’t it just a village? What can I see?
As a result, before the car stopped, my heart was beating out of my chest.
I was lying on the car window, my face was squeezed out of shape. My mother said that at that time, looking at me, I looked like a dog that had been locked up for a long time. ha.
The poplar trees stood really straight, arranged in rows, standing straight on the ground, their leaves rustling when the wind blew. At that time, I actually stretched out my hand and waved to them through the glass. Isn’t it silly?
But the wind seemed to really come in through the car window, it was cold and had an earthy smell.
How can wheat be so yellow?
Too yellow to be true.
When a large piece of water came towards me, a word suddenly popped into my head, and that was golden wave. In fact, this description is quite tacky, and the teacher would definitely frown if he saw it. However, that was what I thought at that time, such a tacky idea. The wheat waves were pushed forward layer by layer, which reminded me of the ocean shown on TV. However, this wheat wave was closer to me than the ocean, and I could even reach out and touch it.
The butterfly flew over, landed on the ears of wheat, and flew away again.
The buzzing of bees is annoying, but annoying in a pleasant way.
Later, I saw a sentence that said, "All scene language is love language." I didn't understand it at the time, I just felt like something was touched in my heart. It's so soft that it's hard to describe.
The old woman washing clothes by the stream
We got off the car and walked inside.
I saw her from a distance.
Squatting there, his back was slightly bent, and his hand movements were swinging in the water again and again. The clothes he was wearing were dark blue and had turned white after being washed. There were several children running nearby, and the sound of shouting came over and then dispersed.
I didn't dare to get closer.
Just stand and watch from a distance.
Her movements were so slow that it seemed as if time had stood still. The water flowed through her fingers, showing a sparkling appearance.
I don’t know why, but I remembered my grandma. When I was still quite young, she did the laundry like this. Then she got a washing machine, so she stopped doing laundry and sat and watched TV every day, falling asleep while watching it.
I suddenly felt like crying.
The roads in the village are earthy and feel soft when you step on them. They are different from the hard asphalt roads in the city. The soles of your feet will hurt after walking for a long time.
There is a smell in the air. It is the smell of firewood and cow dung. The two are mixed together, but it is not smelly, but makes people feel at ease.
I took two strong breaths.
There is an old locust tree not far away, its trunk is tilted, and two chickens are crouching under the old tree. These two chickens are not afraid of humans. They just stared at me with their heads tilted and their eyes round.
I knelt down and looked at them.
My mother called me from behind and told me to leave.
I didn't move.
The chicken left first, arrogant and wriggling its buttocks.
I suddenly laughed.
After staying in the city for a long time, people have become hardened
This is the truth.
Every day, I go to school and after school, take the subway or bus, put headphones in my ears, and don’t look at anyone else. In the elevator, standing face to face, they all lowered their heads to check their mobile phones. There is a layer of something between people, which cannot be seen, but can be felt.
But in the village, the aunt who cooked for us patted me on the shoulder when she came up.
"Are you hungry, baby? Sit down quickly. Sit down quickly."
Her hands were rough and warm, which made my shoulders hurt.
It feels quite comfortable after the pain.
The rice cooked in the earthen stove was bubbling in the pot. I leaned over to take a look. Steam filled my face and my glasses were fogged. My aunt laughed at me and said that no kid in the city had ever seen this.
I haven't seen it before.
There were burnt marks on the bottom of the pot, and the firewood was crackling and the flames were jumping up and down, as if they were alive.
The rice was served and I took a big bite.
Soft, waxy and chewy.
The aunt said this was newly harvested rice this year and grown at home.
I didn't say anything and took another bite.
When I got to the bottom of the bowl, I realized that there was a very small gap on the edge of the bowl. I locked my eyes tightly on the gap and continued to look at it for a long time.
What exactly is "simplicity"?
I had a lot of words in my mind before coming here. Wonderland, so ugly, so honest and dishonest.
I feel so stupid now.
Simplicity is the bowl with the gap, simplicity is the cocoon that appears on the aunt's hand, simplicity is the sound left after the wheat waves are blown by the wind, simplicity is the ripples on the water surface that spread out in circles and then disappear when the old woman washes clothes.
Simple is not an adjective.
is a verb.
is what is happening.
Before leaving, it was getting dark.
As for the aunt, we shook hands with her to say goodbye. She held my hand very tightly and said that she would make dumplings for you to eat next time you come again.
I said yes.
Then turned around and got in the car.
I didn't look back when the car started moving.
I dare not look back.
I'm afraid that when I look back, the shadow standing at the door waving will make me not want to leave.
I am sitting at home writing these words at the moment, and the sound of traffic can be heard outside the window. From time to time, someone will press the horn to signal, and the sound is extremely sharp and harsh.
I think of the wind that day, the group of poplar trees, and the back of the old woman squatting by the stream.
I thought of the bowl with its mouth open.
I don’t know what Auntie is doing now.
It's time to lie down and rest. People living in the countryside go to bed earlier. Unlike here, at eleven o'clock, the lights are still as bright as daytime. That kind of brightness can make people feel uneasy.
Next time I go, I must try the dumplings she made.
Chives and egg stuffing.
most.
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