In 2012, there was no snow in a winter, and the beautiful scenery of "this winter's wheat cover three-layer quilt, sleeping with steamed buns next year" has been lost. After the New Year, it was a spring with little rain, but it responded to the sentence "Spring rain is as expensive as oil". Although there were a few drops or a few rains in the sky occasionally, the ground was never wet. People sighed in their longing, complained about the dereliction of duty in their sighs, and silently prayed in their hearts that God would give him a heavy rain. Seeing that the crops and seedlings were wilting, the pumping machine in the well had stopped turning, and the water in the river had quickly fallen to no feet. The sky is dry, but the dust is strong and flying all over the sky.
The solar terms passed one by one, and the steps of summer seemed to be extremely vigorous, but there was still no sign of rain. People are probably desperate. Just after the summer solstice, a heavy rain hit the sky. The rain came suddenly, and it fell so heavily that people seemed to have lost their bearings, and they didn't know what to do for a while. Only the children were excitedly playing and playing in the rain, and the rain was flowing on their faces and bodies. The splash of the rain first fluttered on the dusty ground, and the air was filled with a muddy smell of dust. After a short time, the splash turned into a crystal clear blister, from small to large, and the rain flowed rapidly to the depression with the rain that did not reach the surface of the feet. At this time, the adults suddenly woke up, hurriedly picked up shovels from the courtyard, and ...... the blocked roads, ditches, and river beachesBricks, tiles and other debris are quickly removed. People were happily busy in the heavy rain, and most of them muttered the same words: "God still has mercy on us, look, it will fall when it should be, and if it doesn't go down before, it still won't be enough." The other said, "Who is God, who is in charge of everything in the world, how can there be an invisible truth?" Someone else snorted: "This rain is good! What a life-saving rain! ”
The rain came suddenly, and the women didn't have time to prepare enough firewood in the kitchen, and the clothes dried in the yard were confiscated, but they couldn't help but nag in their mouths: "Seeing that God said that it would go down, and there would be no two thunderstorms and a gust of wind in advance, nothing would be taken away, and the ...... would be wet."Which side said: "Isn't it, the few pieces I put on the rope haven't been washed yet, so it's saving water money." There was excitement and exclamation in his words.
The children were excited, they were tired, and they ran to the eaves of their homes one by one, and their mothers hurriedly pulled towels and wiped their hair and faces. At this time, people seemed to have drunk honey water, and their mouths probably hurt with laughter.
It rained incessantly, and by evening, it had been raining for about three to five hours. The rain is gradually weakening, but you still need to hold an umbrella when you go out. Go out into the field and look at the crops. As far as the eye can see, the crops and seedlings in the rain are really blue. The cotton field that had been dry for a long time was already waterlogged, and the cotton in the light rain was at a loss to open its leaves, sucking the rain hard, and its body trembled in the breeze, like a disobedient child drinking breast milk. Looking closely at the crown of cotton, it seems to have grown half a foot for a while, and the tender yellow-green color is really gratifying. The stagnant water in the field had begun to trickle into the drainage ditch at the edge of the field, and the sound of the rushing water gently knocked on the happy mood, and the heart suddenly opened up.
Looking down the drizzle, the air was foggy, and the trees were all shrouded in this mist, like mountains that could be seen from afar. The branches and leaves of the nearby trees drooped heavily, and if you shake the trees, it will probably be another rain. There is really not much grass on the ground this year, it is gray and gray, and it is wrapped in dust all day long, and it has exhausted the spirit of "drought kills crops, drought does not kill grass". Now, looking at the grass on the edge of the field, green against the rain, swaying in the wind, but refusing to shake off the rain, at this time, I suddenly feel that they are not as annoying as when we usually weed, and the idea of cutting the grass and eradicating the roots is gone.
The sky is getting darker, and the drizzle is still weaving densely in the air, probably until dawn. On the way back, people couldn't help but sigh: What a timely rain! If you keep the crops, you will keep the harvest, you will keep the hope, and you will have a happy life.