My hometown, Guanshan Town, yanliang district, is located in the middle of Guanzhong Plain, with fertile land and rich products. It is the main producing area of wheat and corn. Jiao Jian Village is the northernmost administrative village in Xi 'an, connecting Fuping, Pucheng and Weinan, and there is a saying that chickens call four counties.
Working in the county, I feel that I am really a farmer in my bones. After staying in the city for a long time, I want to go back to my hometown and live in an old house for a few days. I miss the fields in my hometown, the grass and trees there, the fresh air, the fragrance of the soil, the feeling of walking in the countryside and the warm sunshine in winter in the fields.
In the morning when I go back, I will get up earlier than before. After washing, I will stroll on the field road outside the village. In early winter, the air in the north is chilly, and the sun in the eastern sky smiles slightly. After a night's sleep, Mai Miao has opened his eyes and they have started a busy and happy life. As far as the eye can see, the endless fields are rippling, and the wheat seedlings are not afraid of the cold and tenacious. They absorb the nutrients of the land, stretch their waist in the vast world, and strive to take root in the earth. The dark yellow land also spared no effort to give up every inch of the gap and let the wheat seedlings grow freely. The yellow land, the green wheat waves, the rising sun in Ran Ran and the farmers working in the distance are just like a rural field painting, which makes people intoxicated.
I am like an old farmer, walking slowly in the field, stopping from time to time, looking around, my body and mind are very relaxed, as if I had returned to the last resting place of my soul, forgetting the hardships in my work and the troubles in my life. At this moment, my body and mind belong to this promising field.
Unconsciously, I went to my own field, and the memories of working in the field with my parents as a child were vivid and constantly emerging. Nowadays, with the great development of productive forces, mechanized operations have liberated people from heavy manual labor. For a long time, I haven't pulled up grass, hoeed the ground, fertilized, cut wheat or broken corn, and I haven't sweated for a long time. In order to get back the feeling of going to the ground, I rolled up my trouser legs and stepped on the soft soil. Wheat seedlings in the cold winter are not afraid of being crushed to death, nor are they afraid of a farmer's footsteps. I walked forward step by step, feeling heavy, comfortable and natural. This may be the power and charm of the land.
Suddenly, I turned around and left deep or shallow footprints behind me, but I knew that my dear land would not be affected, let alone groan. You selflessly provide people with whole grains, vegetables and fruits. You are the foundation of life. Your color is always so single, yellow skin is your true color, and a colorful world can bloom on your skin.
In this way, I walked straight ahead, leaving traces of loess on my shoes and trouser legs. I walked to the end without much effort, and then turned into another country road. Not far away, a few birds were afraid that my footsteps would disturb them, flapping their wings and reluctantly flew away. Looking south, there are people who get up early and do morning exercises in the fields. Some of them walk with their arms up, while others take a leisurely walk. Like me, they are all children raised in this land, and they are tireless cultivators of this land, and together they convey sweat, hope and expectation to this land. Their open minds, weather-beaten faces and hands that work all the year round are the true portrayal of their wild life.
When I went back to the village, I saw the smoke from the kitchen hovering on the roof beam. At the moment, my mother has to prepare breakfast for the whole family in the kitchen, which is also a busy time for us to go home for vacation. Look at my dear field affectionately again and say goodbye. A short separation will make me miss you more.