We Met in May

When I woke up in the morning, I hazily heard the sound of rain outside and thought it was finally raining. When I opened my eyes, the first image that caught my eyes was the sight of rain pounding on the leaves of the trees. I rubbed my eyes and involuntarily went to the window sill, as if I wanted to reconfirm that I was not seeing things. I saw the rain slipping off the leaves, cleaning the dust left on the surface over and over again, and they revealed their original fresh and green appearance again. The downstairs is sparsely populated with people passing by with umbrellas, some have added a coat, and I seem to feel a coolness coming on. Yes, it really is raining, the rain is just right, a little bigger seems manic, and then a little smaller is too soft, thinking that the crops in the field are finally saved. This is definitely a timely rain to relieve the thirsty and unbearable rain!

A few days ago when I returned home, I heard my father say that the herbs in the field were dying from the sun because of the drought for days. As far as the eye could see, whether it was the land near or the hillside far away, basically all of them were planted with herbs, which could not be described as spectacular. Over the years, the people of the town almost every household to plant herbs, and gradually become the largest surrounding herb planting township, the reputation is also getting louder and louder, every year the season of herb harvesting, many businessmen from other provinces will gather here to buy. Because of this, herb planting has become the main way of work of the people in this area, herbs have become the only source of income, good harvest years, everyone's face is full of smiles, encounter natural disasters, bad harvest, or a big drop in the price of the year, everyone's eyebrows and beard to a pile of worry. Years of planting led to soil degradation, coupled with this year's year is not good, and encountered a drought, every time you go back home can see a trace of sadness from the face of the folks. Walking to their own land, only to see a compartment of herbs lying listlessly on the ground, some leaves have withered, some plots cracked finger-width gap, a year's harvest are in the ground, who do not see the anxiety? Now, after a night of rain, the drought should be relieved for the time being, and I think the folks should be happier than I am.

My family has been farmers for generations, and we make our living by farming. Growing up in the countryside and planting land myself, I know that farming is not an easy task. From the time the seeds are sown, there is no time for idleness, as the seedlings grow out and the grass grows out, so we have to weed over and over again to prevent the weeds from competing with the crops for nutrients. It is not necessary to mention the hard work, in the middle of which there may be various natural disasters, drought, hail, insect pests, etc. The farmers, who face the soil, by and large, after the spring plowing, summer hoeing, autumn harvest, more than half a year of stormy battle, each grain is played with the blood and sweat for. With the development of society, most young people in rural areas are now working in the city, or choose to work in the city, not willing to stay in the countryside farming. Because farming does not earn much money, not enough to support the family. But there are still some people stick to the countryside, some of them to take care of the elderly can not leave, some are their own old age can only be in the rural areas to plant some land. Some old people have planted all their lives, have a special feeling for the land, go to the land every day to see, walk around, the heart will be relieved to go to the city, but not used to, and no neighbors can walk the village, drink and gossip, they choose to spend the rest of their lives with the land.

Born in the countryside, growing up in the countryside, relatives and elders basically live in the village, they also have a special fondness for the countryside and the land, and many of their thoughts are about the countryside, and many of the words they have written are about their lives and memories in the countryside. Sometimes I am afraid that my parents are getting older, and if they are really gone that day, will I go back often? I have seen many people, less of an emotional attachment to the countryside, the fondness for the countryside will gradually fade away. I do not guarantee that I will do the same, at least now there is a thought, I hope to wait until one day to return to the rural areas of yesteryear, the dream home, in the yard to plant vegetables, flowers, watch the red sun rise in the east, enjoy the evening sun.