It was a rare weekend when my daughter didn’t have extracurricular studies. We took our two daughters back to Youzhao’s home.
A month ago, a pair of swallows built a nest under the eaves of the old house. My daughter, because she had seen the swallows carrying mud in their mouths, flew back again and again, and built the nest bit by bit, because the nest was only half-built. , after she returned, she was thinking about these two swallows. We have discussed more than once that there are probably two small eggs in the nest. The mother swallow should not go out to look for food, but should shoulder the task of hatching the little swallows. Does the father of the swallow fly out countless times every day? , catch some bugs and put them into the swallow mother's mouth, then they will whisper to each other and whisper something...
As soon as the car drove across the creek in front of the house, I saw my father standing on the slope to greet us. The two daughters shouted loudly: "Grandpa, Grandpa..." A smile appeared on the father's face. We couldn't wait to get to our house and got out of the car. Dad was holding a bamboo pole with a small bamboo bag on it. He was preparing to take down the turkey melons that had climbed up on the shelf by the river. The two daughters excitedly gathered around their grandfather to watch him pick melons. We walked all the way home. There was a kiwi fruit field at the door of the house. The field was full of cucumbers and loofahs. My father picked two cucumbers with burrs and handed them to my daughter and me. I was afraid of the thorns, so he used them. With just a swipe of your hand, the cucumber becomes smooth. My daughter couldn't wait to go home and wash herself, so she bit into it, and the juice of the cucumber dripped from the corner of her mouth. Before I even reached the door, I smelled a fresh fragrance. The white orchid that is more than 3 meters high is in full bloom, and the low Milan is not to be outdone. Even the folding ear root is in bloom, exuding a light medicinal fragrance. I saw the purple plums on the tree at a glance. I ran under the tree, reached out and picked one, rubbed it on my trouser leg, and bit it, it was sour, sweet and crispy.
When my mother and grandmother heard that we were back, they both came out of the house, "Grandma, grandma... Zuzu, Zuzu..." The little daughter was only 2 and a half years old. When her elder sister shouted, she followed suit, and the house suddenly became lively. I was thinking about those two swallows, so I walked into my house to see them. The nest has been built. It is wide on the inside and narrow on the outside. It is built to avoid the wind. The mud is one by one, like a work of art strung together with beads. "Come and see, the swallow is back..." I couldn't help shouting excitedly to my two daughters, who ran in making a fuss. "I want to build a ladder to see what's inside." "Don't look, it will scare them away."
"Yesterday afternoon, they brought two friends to chat in the patio." Dad said with a smile.
"Their nests are so exquisite." I couldn't help but sigh.
The family stood under the eaves and talked about the various advantages of swallows.
I have always hoped that a nest of swallows could build a nest in our house, because I have heard that swallows are very picky about places. They will only go to a harmonious and warm home. They will not go to a home that is constantly quarreling or is sloppy and messy. Come, and they will bring good luck to their owners. This year the swallows finally came...
Grandpa went out to pick vegetables, and the two children were following behind him, chirping like two little swallows. Grandpa picked back two small pumpkins and asked Sister Pig: "Tongtong, what are these?" Sister Pig replied crisply: "Watermelon!" which made the whole family laugh. Grandpa went to the creek in front of his house to catch crabs for the two children again. He caught several crabs at once. The two children clapped their hands and shouted: "Grandpa is so awesome, Grandpa is so awesome..."
They ran in again after a while and gave them to them. Grandma brought the freshly chopped corn and asked her to boil it into the pot quickly. I was busy picking white orchids, picking plums, picking cucumbers, digging calamus, digging fern roots...
"The corn is ready..." Mom carried a pot of steaming corn and placed it on the small table in the yard. On the table, the two daughters couldn't wait to get it, but retracted their little hands in the heat. Grandpa smiled and went to the kitchen to get chopsticks and put a piece of corn in each of them. They sat obediently under the swallow's nest, eating corn and watching the swallows. From time to time, Sister Pig would throw the corn kernels that escaped her mouth to the chickens in the dam, causing the chickens to flutter and make them laugh.
After lunch, Brother Wang and I went to dig seedlings in the forest behind the house with small hoes. In a Zhennan forest, we dug out a golden marble and two small green bamboos. I stood on the hillside and looked at our house, a square courtyard house located in a mountain col. Swallows were flying around under the small patio. The distant mountains are lined with blue sky and white clouds, and the mountains are thick green. Occasionally, I heard the clear laughter of my two daughters. I suddenly want to grow old quickly, retire quickly, return to this small courtyard, guard the egg-laying hens at home, plant vegetables and flowers, watch swallows flying, and listen to the calls of various birds...
"In a few more years, I will resign. I will come back to farm and live this kind of life." I said with my back to Brother Wang, as if I was talking to myself. He didn't answer, so I said again He said again: "Really!"
Dad saw us sitting on the hillside and walked up, "Dad, in a few years, I will go home to farm!"
"Okay, there are so many lands, you can think of them." Welcome everything."
"Dad, I feel so tired!"
"I must be tired from work pressure, interpersonal relationships, and the burden of life. "
Brother Wang's parents are the most tired I have ever seen. Good parents, no matter what we want to do, they never stop us, and they basically don’t suggest it, they just silently support it.
I looked at the mountains in the distance, sat cross-legged, and my mind began to feel really empty, thinking about nothing...
One day, I will come back to plant vegetables, flowers, and chickens, right here, in this yard!
