Autumn on the Loess Plateau is so high and the clouds are light, the sky is blue and blue, and a few clouds are floating casually. My favorite thing after school is to take a large bag of fertilizers and brooms, and sweep the fallen leaves with the young men. We put the swept leaves into the bag and took them home. At that time, fallen leaves were fuel at home, which could be used to cook and fill the kang for heating.
The trees on the Loess Plateau are mainly poplar , elm, locust tree, toon tree . Our favorite thing to sweep is poplar leaves, because poplar leaves are big and easy to sweep, and the poplar leaves are beautiful. We will pick some of the good ones, put them in a book, take them out after going to school, and show them out. The scene of sweeping the leaves is so clear. My friends and I will find a small forest. We will play on the golden fallen leaves, use leaves as darts, branches as swords, and treat ourselves as knights. We will "kill and kill" them like on TV. In a hurry, we will push the leaves into the sky. The friends will play swords and shadows in the leaves, which is a martial arts blockbuster.
Sometimes, we would sit quietly under the tree, watching poplar leaves , and slowly float on the ground with Xuan'er. The sun slowly set on the southern ridge in the distance, and the smoke in the village began to float away. The sound of dog barking mixed with the bleating sound of sheep returning from afar. We knew we were going home, so our friends quickly swept up the leaves, then quickly packed the bags, and started to go home. On the way home, we happily discussed what we were going to do tomorrow? If you have a good relationship, you will whisper. Now that I think about it, I haven't watched the sunset seriously for a long time.
Now I am running on the road of forty years. My childhood memories seem to be clearer and more missed. My childhood friends are also running around, and it is rare to see once a year. It is the busy farming period in my hometown. I just rely on machines to dig potatoes now, and there is no scene of sweeping leaves anymore. I know that some scenes have not only gone away, but also disappeared, leaving us with only memories that cannot be returned.
Last night, I couldn't sleep and missed home. I sent my brother a WeChat message and asked me to send a few photos of me digging potatoes. It might be too late and I haven't received the message. Because of the epidemic, I want to go back to my hometown to see my parents and see the harvest autumn. Unfortunately, I can’t, I can only miss it...
