So the field ridge of the township

The village of my hometown lies on the east bank of the Ouchi River. Standing at the door of the old house, shown in front of me is that long and moist ridge of fields.

After the New Year, the adults on both sides of the ridge spread broad beans, and mung beans, these seeds contact the soil, it seems to be in the race with spring, within a few days, green shoots will emerge from the ground. In the sun and rain moisture, crazy growth, a few spring rain down, hits the long leafy bean seedlings will stand proudly on the ridge, delicate leaves in various stretches so that a ridge of fields showing a full of green. "The wildfire is endless, the spring breeze blows again" of the grass, also peeking out from the soil, scrambling to shake the head on the ridge of fields, with a bright and sweet smile decorated the ridge of fields, dressed up the countryside.

When THE SWALLOWS FLY BACK FROM THE SOUTH, THE FRAGRANT BROAD BEANS BLOOM, GREEN GREEN BEANS ALSO OPENED THE YELLOW STAMENS, AND THOSE WHITE, RED WILDFLOWERS IN FULL BLOOM ON THE RIDGE, SO THAT THE RIDGE HAS BECOME A SEA OF FLOWERS, FRAGRANT CHANNEL. It attracts colorful insects and birds from all sides to gather at the ridge, rushing to this spring animal pageant. It flies over the ridge, bees fly over the flowers, birds shuttle enthusiastically around the ridge, egrets fly happily in the field...

Of course, the lively ridge of fields also little children's footprints. Wet and cool field ridge is my favorite place when I was young, I often barefoot, carrying a bamboo basket or carrying a schoolbag, skipping across the ridge, so that the sole of my foot fully feel the ridge that soft extreme comfort; The SOFT MUD jumped out from the feet between the fingers, the resulting soft and itchy feeling directly to the heart, let me feel the warmth and warmth of the ridge of fields. Tired of walking and tired of playing, I would sit on the ridge of the field and have close contact with the endless flowers and plants on the ridge, smell the fragrance of gardenia, listen to the singing frogs in the field, and watch the broad beans green in the spring breeze...

First heart an exploding, just get rid of the field of the winter cold is still not fully recover, cultivators and dug a hole on the ridge, the rack waterwheel, the 332 climbed up in both places, desperately to traffic in the farmland, their hands on the crossbar of the water wheel, a feet trample with deep one feet shallow water wheeled car, make a row of moving scraper independently moving in a wooden trough, Bring water from the low to the high and flow into the rice field on the other side of the ridge. The younger of the traffic stream, from time to time let go of the voice to sing rough folk songs, waterwheel also crunching accompaniment, in the zigzagging ridge of fields, in the spring of the fields, sprinkled string of notes, singing with the sound of water into the farmland, irrigating the crops, but also moisten the good wishes of the farmers in the heart.

When the land has drunk enough water, the cows dig the fertile soil with their plows under the command of the coir raincoat people, and the eight brothers follow them and peck at the sleeping worms and baits. The Coir raincoat people sing flower-drum operas: "Little bangs leave their mothers in the shed, shoulder sticks carry a journey to the mountains..." Sometimes he interrupted the song to scold his partner in front of him, straightened the plow, and continued to move forward, and there was his flower drum play: "Unfortunately, my old father died at an early age, leaving mother and son to spend their bitter time......" When the sound of "chirp" suddenly comes from the sky, I look up and see a group of wild geese flying north. The coir raincoat people stop singing and drum loudly: "Wild goose flying, wild goose flying..." The meek creatures seem to understand the instruction of the coir raincoat people, and soon change from "human character" to "one character" formation, and then slowly disappear into the blue sky and white clouds.

Spring plowed farmland is half a foot deep water moisten, seedlings swaying in the wind, tadpoles playing in the water, happy rotation; Small fish with blisters, lined up to swim freely in the water, leading the triangle ripples forward; Loach leap from time to time, ripples of water, to walk on the ridge of excited children get itchy, revel in place, we rolled up his sleeves rolled up his trousers and went down to the water, took a handful of mud fell hard on the ridge, soon, the full beard loach is scrambling to drill out from the mud heap, obediently become our captives. "Gung", let people jump, a look forward, several egrets stick to the surface of the water, pedal clear glide away......

After a spring of foraging, monopteros eels are full of fat after Minor Heat, which is the golden season to catch monopteros eels. After dinner, mouth a wipe, I was holding a lantern, one hand holding a basket and gar clip out, at this time in the field is the most lively, thousands of frogs competing to sing, insects playing a fascinating collaboration song, fireflies carrying lanterns rushed to show me the way. Eel also leisurely slip out of the hole, slowly to the edge of the field, while eating the water worms, while enjoying the moonlight bath, these poor little elf has not reacted, is confused into my basket of things, without a meal, I can carry the majority of the basket of eel triumphal.

More often, I lead the old cow to walk on the ridge of field, leisurely pace from this head to that head, and from this ridge of the field to that ridge of field. Cattle have low head free and busy, such as gardeners pruning weeds on the ridge of fields, they sometimes eat a few bites, repeatedly chew, and sometimes suddenly raised their head stretched out their neck to emit a "moo --" which seems to call its kind. When I was tired of walking, I would lie down on the back of the cow, chewing the grassroots collected from the ridge of the field, watching the swaying willow branches, and listening to the singing of the birds, while my heart was flying with the birds.

The sun is setting in the west, on the ridge of the field to find food for chickens, walking towards the chicken coop; I stepped on the back of the box, holding the rope in one hand, holding the branches in the other hand, pointing at the river and mountain rhythmically on the back of the ox, Hengqu long and return; People who finish a day's work, carrying hoes, back sprayers are also talking and laughing walking on the ridge of fields home.

A ridge of fields is not only carrying the weight of the pedestrians on the ridge but also carries the life accumulation of hundreds of years in a small village