Moisturizing things silently.
Dive into the night with the wind.
When spring happens.
Good rain knows the season.
In the year when the Jiaxuan Manor with the lake was completed, Xin Qiji happened to be dismissed again.
Since then, he has "sold swords and bought hoes and plows", and truly lived the life of a farmer who worked hard to support his family.
In spring, the plain cauliflower is bloomed, and the crows fall after the rain after the new ploughing.
The amorous white-haired spring is helpless, and the green curtain wine is easy to credit in the evening.
Leisure, fine career.
There is mulberry hemp on the west side of the bullpen.
Whose daughter is in a green skirt, go to see the outside while the silkworm is alive.
It's another year of spring, and it's another year of rain and solar terms, this is the third year that Xin Qiji has become a Jiaxuan monk, stepping on the morning mist, he is walking along the path with the lake embankment, by the way, to see how the rice fields ploughed by the two sons in the past two days.
It is also in response to the occasion, the sky has been drifting with drizzle these days, "spring rain is as expensive as oil", under the moisture of rain, spring returns to the earth, everything grows, white camellia flowers bloom all over the field, a group of crows forage on the land that has just been ploughed, I don't know whose cattle pen has also planted mulberry hemp, has spit out light green shoots. The young women in white clothes and skirts, all holding clay pots and carrying bamboo baskets, returned to their parents' homes while the silkworm babies were not very useful.
Spring in the south always comes earlier, although Jiaxuan has never forgotten that he is a northerner, but bathed in the warm spring rain, while enjoying the calm and leisurely rural scenery, those ambitions are unpaid, depressed and dissatisfied, it seems that the spring breeze blows away, he not only remembered the poem written when he visited Goose Lake with friends last year, and then chanted softly.
Although it was early in the morning, the countryside and fields were already lively, and today it was raining, and people were busy celebrating the festival.
When I think about it, some of the customs of the rain festival are still very interesting, for example, the layman saw that the young women and their husbands who were about to go back to their parents' homes were holding a clay pot and said, "This is a 'can of meat', this is a 'canned meat', this is all going home for their father's and mother's 'birthday'." ”
The women all said: "Yes, yes, it is not easy for our father and mother to give birth to us, and now we have become other people's fathers and mothers, and we know the hardships of our fathers and mothers, so we take advantage of the solar term of 'rain' to go home to visit our fathers and mothers, and thank them for their nurturing grace." ”
The sons-in-law also said: "Yes, if it weren't for the nurturing and teaching of the father-in-law and mother-in-law, where would we be able to get such a good lady!" Therefore, we should go back and express our gratitude and respect to them! ”
In a word, everyone laughed at what he said.
Come and see, come and see, otter sacrifice fish! I don't know when, Tie Zhu, the youngest son of Jiaxuan Jushi, also came running, and at this time he was in the lake beach with the three children, shouting at everyone.
Speaking of these three children, he is a big little celebrity, he is the "rogue child" who sat at the head of the stream and peeled the lotus pod in the famous words of Jiaxuan Jushi "Qingpingle Village House".
When everyone heard their shouts, they all ran to the beach, and saw fish neatly arranged on the beach, as if they were sacrificial. Tie Zhu and Sanwazi both squatted there and watched, and one of them said to Sanwazi: "Sanwazi, don't you 'lie on the head of the stream and peel the lotus canopy', and come to see the 'otter sacrifice fish' again?" Everyone burst out laughing.
The old people said that this is the otter will thaw the fish caught first to sacrifice to heaven and earth, because the rain season comes, the ice on the surface of the water melts, and the otter can finally catch and eat again.
The old men said, "In five days, the geese will begin to fly from south to north." As soon as the rain falls, you can grow the 'wood' of spring, and at that time, the whole earth is full of spring flowers, and it is thriving! ”
Yes, the rain is coming, the otter sacrifices to the fish, the wild goose comes, the grass and trees sprout, and the people follow the langrun, verdant, and rejoicing.
At this time, the sparse rain gradually became dense, with the lakeside, the light smoke blows the willows, the moss marks are green, the apricot blossoms are sparse, the plum flowers are shallow, the cauliflower is half-opened, the wind is harmonious, and everything recovers.
The seventy-nine river opens, and the geese come. "The rain festival, means the official advent of spring, everyone is talking about it, Jiaxuan Jushi said: "The rain festival is a very important solar term for farmland cultivation, after the rain, the weather begins to warm, the wheat in the north of our hometown begins to return to green, the land gradually loosens, water vapor emerges, knotted on the surface of the soil layer, the temperature is low at night and will still freeze, the day melts, the land will gradually begin to loosen and return to the pulp." ”
Yes," Brother Zhang continued: "Spring comes early in our south, the weather is warm and the land is fast, and there is a lot of rain, so we should do a good job of clearing ditches and draining water and cultivating and weeding in time to prevent crops from wetting and rotting roots." ”
Yes, yes, whether it is in the south or in the north, as the saying goes, 'the rain has rain, the crops are good, and the big spring and the small spring are a treasure', and this rain is good today! We must work hard to ensure a good harvest! The group said.
Life is diligent, and Litian should be the first. Hearing what the adults said, Tie Zhu couldn't help but interject, and when everyone heard it, they all stretched out their thumbs and praised with a smile: "This is a sentence that Lord Xin often says, it's hard for him to remember so clearly as a child, Lord Xin is really a good godchild!" ”
At this time, Xin Zhen, the eldest son of Jiaxuan Jushi, also came, and he took a cloak and put it on his father, saying, "At this time, it is warm and cold, and it is raining, so my father should not get cold." ”
Fan Kai, a student of the layman, also said: "My husband only knows how to maintain and cultivate the farmland, and he must also take care of his own body. ”
The layman said: "Yes, I am also old, as soon as the spring comes, all kinds of problems come to the door, the spleen and stomach are not good, the liver is hot, I lose my temper at every turn, and I am always wheezing, and I can't even sleep well at night." ”
Fan Kai said: "So, my wife cooks wolfberry porridge, red date porridge, white fungus porridge, yam porridge and other soup porridge for you every day, these things can regulate the liver and spleen, nourish the spleen and benefit the blood, you should drink less alcohol and drink more porridge in the future!" ”
Everyone laughed again, and Xin Zhi said: "Mother is 'domestically occupied' at home, so please ask my father and all the neighbors to go and see how this year's harvest is." ”
Okay, okay, let's go together. As they spoke, they came to Jiaxuan Manor together, and saw that Mrs. Fan was busy with her maids and concubines in Jiaxuan Pavilion.
In the Jiaxuan Pavilion, a large iron pot was erected, the concubines of the layman, Qingqing and Xiangxiang, were adding firewood, and Tian Tianhe was holding an iron shovel, and he was quickly turning the glutinous rice grains in the iron pot.
Jiaxuan stepped forward and took the shovel in his hand and said, "I'm coming!" I saw him flipping the shovel, and the white grains of rice flew up and down, and they were about to fly out of the pot and fall to the ground.
Everyone watched intently, knowing that the popcorn was "occupying the rice color", and those who didn't know thought that the layman was performing peerless martial arts! A shovel is like a sword in the hands of the layman, and the sword in his hand is pointed at the enemy's vital points.
After a while, all the glutinous rice grains in the pot burst into flowers, and everyone cheered in unison: "Good!" Good! The 'sword' dances well, and the rice flowers explode even better! This year's rice harvest is sure to be a bumper harvest! ”
Fan Kai raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet, and he said: "In this situation, why is there no poetry to help the fun?" Could you please make a remark, sir? ”
The layman was very happy and said loudly, "Okay, bring the pen!" ”
Xin Zhi and Fan Kai hurriedly went to the study to get a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and placed it on the table in the pavilion
The father argued that the rain was even, and his brows were not as good as last year's.
Attentive thanks but in the dust, the bird can sometimes persuade guests.
The little peach scoundrel has been sultry, and the pear blossom has also made a new white head.
After writing, Fan Kai took a look at it and said: "This song "Huanxi Sha" is really written at the right time! A poem that writes what we say and do today, what we see and think, is really a beautiful picture of a beautiful village with a bumper harvest in sight and a picturesque spring scene! I dare say that this word must be a wonderful work in the rain solar terms! ”
Yes, today's rain is a good sign, and the old folks are rushing to say, "This year's rain will be even and abundant, and it will be a good harvest year!" "If the rice is harvested, everyone will not frown because there is no rice to cook.
The retort will no longer be filled with dust because there is no rice to steam and no longer be used.
Listen, even the birds on the branches are chirping incessantly, as if to persuade everyone to drink more.
The little peach scoundrel has been sultry, and the pear blossom is also white-headed", yes, spring is coming, the rain is coming, will the harvest be far away?
February** Dynamic Incentive Program