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Silhouettes of The Field

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By JackmamaPublished 2 years ago 3 min read
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The breeze is gentle, the sun is setting, the evening sun is reflecting, one walks on the country road, not knowing whether to feel the breeze or to appreciate the different scenery when the sun is setting, before one can understand, the sunset has stretched the shadow, the color of the evening sun is getting lighter and lighter, the wind is also getting lighter and lighter, the whole shadow is spread out on the ground, it looks big and long, stopping to appreciate the picture made by one's own shadow. Suddenly I found someone squatting on the ridge at the end of the field, smoking a cigarette, against the sunset and the evening sun, like a statue painted with oil.

  Because there is the reflection of the evening sun, plus there is the superimposition of shadows, can not see his face, and more difficult to see the wrinkles and pale on his face. The posture of the long time, and the gently drifting smoke, more or less can be inferred from his age and hard work in the land. I wanted to get closer to him to take a closer look, but I was afraid to disturb his peace and quiet, but also in the distance to watch the hesitation, he has smoked out of the cigarette thrown on the ground, get up with the toe stepped on, looking up into the distance, may be found someone in the distance to see him, perhaps to see the sun is going down, ready to go home it. He did not go straight home, nor did he look back at the stranger in the distance, but went down to the ground again, it seems to work a little longer before going home. The evening sun is like a picture, he is squatting together, seemingly without a pattern in fact very regular repetition of the same action, his every move like the evening sun in the shaking, skilled movements, beautiful posture, as if the actor in the stage performance in general.

  I was a little dazed, if not for the phone ringing, I forgot that it was in the field. Although it is a summer day, the sun sets late, but it is also close to dark. By the time I put away my phone, he was ready to pack up and go home. I saw his back from a distance, his back was a bit hunched, his legs were a bit bent, and he was walking with some sway. I wanted to run up and take his tools and help him take them back, I wanted to go up and help him go home, I wanted to run up and take a picture of him, I wanted to take a picture with him, I wanted to help him pound his back and rub his shoulders, I wanted to go home with him.... The company's main goal was to get the best out of the situation, and to make sure that the company would be able to keep the best out of the situation, and to make sure that the company would be able to keep the best out of the situation, and to make sure that the company would be able to keep the best out of the situation, and to make sure that the company would be able to keep the best out of the situation, and to make sure that the company would be able to keep the best out of the situation.

  He swayed home, looking at the disappearance of the back in the night, I do not know where to go, previously followed by the footsteps stopped, the lights in front of the residence has long been lit, the air seems to be able to smell the smell of dinner ......

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