Rural Chronicle (VII) Poplar

My mother’s figure was clear and fresh in the sunshine. It was a rare good weather. It Was weekend again. I stood on the terrace and watched my mother use a pair of chopsticks to remove insects from her vegetables attentively, there were some small holes on the green vegetable leaves several days ago. My mother said that there were so many vegetable worms, which were very scary. These days, the fixed picture in the morning is like this. I didn’t bother my mother. It was not because I didn’t help. I knew it was her pleasure. I was a little distressed and wordy, but I was very excited. I stepped in, it doesn’t necessarily suit her heart. Besides, what can I do to help. It is already late autumn season. When I look around, although it is in the South, I can still see the Golden and colorful color. The clock in the countryside is usually a little slow. I like the lazy atmosphere, the sound of people, delicate fruit trees and peaceful ponds can all match your mood, idleness and calmness. I thought the trees here seldom shed leaves, but they were not like that. The two tall poplar trees in front of the yard were no different from those in the north, starting from autumn, it gradually showed the state of fatigue. At first, there were dozens of pieces, more and more. The plump and yellowish leaves fell down calmly and slowly curled up in the yard. In recent days, when the door was opened in the morning, there was a shallow, stretching or twisting scene, which obviously had some tragic meaning. Sometimes I think those plants are very personalized, and the winter they are going to face is not the season they like. They would rather choose to die before the season, slowly falling hair, removing makeup, drying up and leaving for the time being. However, we human beings seem to have no choice. No matter how hard the days are, we still can’t escape. In the snow and thunderstorm, our memory for some time may not be as light as a leaf, perhaps more heavier than the sigh of an old tree. The poplar with more than half of its hair fell off, and its expression was a little dull. In The Kiss of the autumn wind, there was not much color of joy. The hair was like the little hands of children, and they kept refusing to refuse, while the body, standing straightly without any power, it said, don’t look at me like that, I am just an ordinary poplar. I like the building with spacious yard very much. Now there are not only yards, but also terraces, as well as deciduous poplar trees and osmanthus trees. The eaves are bright and the ground is smooth, spring, summer, autumn and winter all cater to the changes of seasons. I think I am very suitable to appear in such a scene. Like poplar trees, I am just an ordinary man, coming and going, in this clean picture, there will be no disturbance or noise. A bamboo broom of some age, a pile of fallen leaves with different postures, whose story is more tortuous and lingering? I stood on the porch, looking at the dazzling blue sky, trying to broaden my mood and stop searching for roots. In fact, there is more than one poplar tree. There is a rural road in front of the door. On both sides of the road, they are a continuous group. These trees happen to be adjacent to me. During the imagination, my mother was shouting: what a daze! Eat! Egg pancakes, pumpkin porridge, tofu, and a few pieces of pickles. I think this is really a good life. Like (prose editor: Rain dancing alone) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…