The desolation of the rainy season

How long can the silence of raindrops last? even when I left my hometown, I felt extremely kind. It was a day when I was a child. Because there were cattle, horses and other livestock at home, I had to drive cattle and horses to the silent forest in the early morning to communicate with nature. It was a kind of silence, perhaps a kind of desolation, because there was only the sound of water, birds and all kinds of birds and animals, but I felt extraordinarily kind. Because only zero-distance contact can make you feel the love of nature.

But now I can only listen to the sirens of cars, the roar of people and the roar of darkness, but I can't enjoy the breath of nature. When I was a child, I often wondered what would be behind this mountain. I was so stupid that I always wanted to challenge myself. So I took a curved sickle with my family dog and walked up the mountain gradually. Along the way, I encountered all kinds of birds and animals, such as snakes, wild boars and rabbits. Owls and other animals, because they are small but do not know that life is also a kind of god, often climb up a tree to move down the bird's nest. When they see the young birds, they feel ignorant and always want to know how they got here.

But it was just a kind of curiosity, but there was no thought of killing life at all. Along the way, I climbed to the top of the mountain, looking at a green forest, and all kinds of trees, large and small, had blocked the road at the bottom of the mountain. It was difficult for me to tell which direction was the way home. However, I had to cry blankly and went down the mountain anxiously. When I came to the foot of the mountain, I found that the cow was gone. I was already worried. At this young age, how could he find a cow? so he opened his throat and cried hoarsely, but he felt helpless. That kind of heart was quite rare, but he felt the abyss and trembled helplessly, but it was the memory of now.

Whenever I encounter a rough and painful time, I always think of my childhood, but I was particularly scared at that time, because the silence made me feel cold, without any warmth, and always fantasized about coming to the primeval forest. When I was a child, I always felt naive. I always thought that someone would come, someone would come back, cried and fell asleep on the grass, because I got up earlier in the morning than usual. Maybe it's because I got tired and went to sleep. When the sun shines on my eyes through the leaves, I really hope that no one will disturb me and have a good sleep.

Because the sun was shining from the top of the forest, I remembered that it was already noon. Although I was a little hungry, the cow could not find it. How dare I go home, for fear that I would be scolded and beaten when I went home, because my mind was somewhat clear after waking up. After taking the dog around the mountain, I still found that there was no sign of the cow. I was in a bad mood. I went home with my head down, when my parents asked me where your cow had gone. I told a lie, saying that I had gone home, and I followed, and my parents didn't ask anything, because they were all busy. when I thought about my lie, I went back to the bullpen and took a look. The stupid cow really came home by himself. I didn't get scolded.

This day passed quickly, maybe life in the countryside was so calm, listening to birds every day, going out and looking at trees and bamboo sheds. This kind of life lasted for a long time, never knowing the outside world. I was myself when I was a child, because in this season, when it was growing rice in the south, it thundered and rained almost every day, so there was water. Growing rice is an art and an essential procedure. When summer approaches, seedlings will be cultivated first. After soaking the rice in water for a few days, the rice will be put into the soil under the film in a small field.

After a few natural days, the seedlings gradually grew taller and were propped up with bamboo film. after a few days, the seedlings were already an inch long, because at this time, it was always raining, and I felt a little desolate because of the rain. This is why the weather in the north, which does not often rain, makes me miss my hometown very much. Rain is a habit and a kind of kindness in my hometown. At that time, the family was busy planting seedlings.

Busy to deal with the rainy season to plant seedlings in the field, and the field here, very ethereal, I do not know what it is, for childhood, the field is also a kind of memory, is a kind of happiness, at dusk, alone with a plastic bag, a kerosene lamp, ran to the edge of the field, climbed to the ridge of the field, calmed down and listened to the toad, because I came to catch the toad Slowly went down to the field to catch for several hours, the bag is also empty, no harvest.

But the seedlings in the field also cried all night. It was precisely because my innocence trampled the seedlings in the field and died. I felt very sad and was scolded by my parents. It was the desolation of the rainy season. I recalled that my hometown in my childhood might have too much sadness, and time passed in a hurry. I forgot to bring a dress to myself for fear that I would cry and catch a cold in the rain.

Author: injured and deceased