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The scorching sun in summer burns to Autumnal Equinox , and it spreads to National Day, burns the earth and steams the stream, banana curls up early, and beans wither in helplessness. The drought that has not been encountered in decades has left the figures of the rural people sweating profusely when they are busy.
Late autumn, what do you think? The flowers don’t speak, but the wind understands. Time is endless, but the wanderer doesn’t know? I understand! I went from the plowing mud. Understand the irrigation waterwheel. I understand it from the funnel of the windmill and the smoke from the farmers. I understand the laughter of the child and the smoke from the fellow villager.
The withered autumn colors have changed the years. I came to the world for a while, but I met Hexi . I was a passerby in my life, but I became a regular visitor by the subway. I wrote my love into the green bricks, black tiles and rice fields in a foreign land. The dragon-like street lights stunned the time in Hexi, gentle the years of growth, and blocked the miserable autumn red in the night.
The noisy era has long disappeared. There is only one gap between the Shikan and the Xihe River. It is along the deep stream of the estuary. The green mountains on both sides of the Maoling River are confronting each other, and the fertile fields are lined up, and the roads are winding forward, and the fields are connected to the east and west. Is there any medicine king picking autumn herbs in Yaowang Temple in the mountains? Whether the Buddha's heart can save the people's lives in danger? The believers next to the ancient Buddha of Qinglan and the cultivation of the glass magic weapon are all praying for this land. Regardless of the changes in wind and rain, what remains unchanged is the morning bell and evening drums, and the sound of the Sanskrit chimes. Because of the epidemic, I met the abbot with my hands together. The master came from Harbin and devoted himself to practicing Taoism and bringing blessings to everyone. However, the remaining ancient monuments are still telling the vicissitudes of history to future generations. The beacon towers, hidden artillery and firearms, and stone gate plank roads on the Daguan period of the Three Kingdoms have all recorded the legend of Maoling. There is no war in autumn and no war on the peak. What a great peace in the world for a lifetime. Such a wonderful state is not "The Book of Peach Blossoms" written by Mr. Tao of Jin. How can you be so happy and not compete with the world? Looking back at Qianchong Mountains, I still remember the journey of coming. Spending spring to winter is the most painful thing in autumn. Now people in Hexi all know my intentions. They ask for change, treat each other enthusiastically, be honest and clean, look forward to the clear sky and the bright moon, and the autumn harvest is full.
The autumn wind and fallen leaves are sad, and the years are ruthless and vicissitudes. In an era of waste and material scarcity, foreign fire, foreign nails, foreign tobacco and wine..., probably in addition to handicrafts, they are all named "foreign". The efforts of several generations, the struggle of dozens of spring and autumn, the shame of snowing away the "foreign". We have long lived in the communist vision at that time, upstairs and downstairs, electric lights and telephones, Qianliyan , Shunfeng ears and , falling into the homes of ordinary people. This year's drought autumn has dried up the sadness and anxiety, leading to the distance. Siyan River is broken, Maoling is short of water, paddy fields are cracked, and mountain ponds are at the bottom. The extremely vital energy of dogtail can only be shriveled and listless in the breeze. Life seems so pale and powerless in such autumn. The loess is like the face of a man on the Loess Plateau, and even if he smiles, he looks like a date skin. Yes, there are not so many beauty in the world, so why worry about it?
Missing beauty is the best antidote in life. The autumn in my memory is a beautiful and beautiful harvest picture of mountains and rivers. I rode my bicycle through the ridge of Xitang, leisurely bathing in the rising autumn sun. The boundless fields were filled with dew-filled rice ears, shining golden yellow. When the morning breeze blew, the rolling golden waves were rolling. The innocent eyes were full of longing and desire for food. A pond of clear water reflects the empty blue sky and clouds. The countryside that gets up in the morning is quietly, and I wake up lazyly intoxicated by my sleep. The cool autumn is enough to make people happy and enjoy it slowly. Occasionally, there may be a few roars and pigs, or insects and dogs barking. The distant mountains on both sides of the east and west, whether it is Duxiu Mountain or the ancient Nanyue Tianzhu, are all chapters of great significance in Chinese history. The autumn in my hometown is like this, Hanshan ridge, red and golden. When the production team was collectively gathered, they just waited for the captain to whistle, drove sickle to harvest, and fought hard. Whose little girl ran in the fields wearing red belts and green belts, picked up the lost rice ears, and returned the grains to the warehouse.When the straw has been removed, men will pick up a handful of piles of straw into bundles, spin the straw from the head, and stand up from the ground, rows of soldiers like lined up, but it is also my best show. After the birth was collected, the fields were blooming everywhere, and the whole family was mobilized, men, women, young and old, and the figures of the little people were covered by rice and grass, and they appeared and disappeared from time to time. A broken straw hat was placed on their shaking little heads, and a pair of small feet stood in the mud field with knees. Although they were very tired, they were still so happy. Once it is cut, the fragrance emitted from the rice stubble spreads into the boundless and reaches the heart. It is really intoxicating.
Walking in the sun and autumn, living in a foreign land, the fragrance of rice can always evoke memories of the past, the happiness of life, and the beautiful yearning. All concerns are placed in the endless dream of memorial. This rice fragrance always makes people imagine endlessly. When I was a child, I recalled the ancient southern mountain of Tianzhu, which was close to me. The springs of Tianzhu jumped into the gorge and flowed lightly, and the mountains surround the village, like a fairy returning to the West River. Is it Liu Sanjie ? It should be the Seven Fairies. We met beautifully here, vowing to express our ambitions, and express our love to this "Hexi Corridor", working with all the talents to make great changes to the mountain village.
Time never speaks, but answers all questions. Time never speaks, but it proves people's hearts. Lu'an Anqing's high-speed railway is about to start construction, and the comprehensive management of the Maoling River Basin is still a problem to be solved. The roads around the village need to find breakthroughs, and the cross-river bridge is expected to be approved. The road to industrialization needs to be continued to work. There are sages in a foreign land, so the Taoist canal scriptures and the people have wisdom. Why should you see that autumn is full of sorrow, and why should you see that life is sad? Although history leaves too many debts, reality has caused us many difficulties. I came empty-handed, with the only sincere heart, which clearly shows that in Hexi, I do my best to do whatever I want and leave solid footprints. May the light years of this time measure my memory.
The 73rd anniversary of the Republic, the wind spreads the red flag, and the mountains and rivers sing happily. These thousands of autumn scenery are thousands of mountains, thousands of acres of blue waves and rivers, and people's hearts are not sad about autumn. Change the cups and drinks to respect the autumn colors, lay the paper and write them to Hexi. How many autumns can you live in life, and live up to the sadness of autumn.
