The sound of the old man chiseling stones on the steep cliff of Qingxiao Peak came very loudly again, the sound was empty and wide, remote and dull, as if coming from a deep historical tunnel.
I stopped, took a breath, straightened my back, changed my shoulders with the fifty-kilogram cement bag, and climbed up step by step along the footprints on the stone path.
The sound of cicadas sounded, and it was the first time that Kaichun chirped. First a sound, and then a piece of success, which makes people feel a kind of continuous love. In a trance, I walked back to my childhood.
I dropped my school bag, carried a plastic red bucket, and walked into the Qingxiao River with a few neighbors. In fact, it is no longer a river at this time. It hasn't rained a drop of rain here for a long time, and the river is drying up, revealing pebbles in the river. Instead of taking off our shoes, we turned them over piece by piece to capture the clams that were lying dormant under the stones.
There is a basin-shaped nest at the top of Qingxiao Peak, which is full of blue lake water all year round, which is not dry or overflowing, but there is no way to use it. At this time in previous years, the rice field at the foot of Qingxiao has long been full of laughter and laughter, and the adults are busy cultivating and sowing seeds, we follow behind, picking up snails, catching Huang Shan, and even the fields have a lot of green things, and this year is May, and the soil that has been turned over after the autumn of last year has not yet been soaked in a drop of water, and it is so dry and hard that it is prickly.
It would be nice to be able to draw out the water of the lake. "Many times, I have seen adults sitting in the fields, looking up at the top of Qingxiao Peak, and their eyes are stretched far away.
Why don't you go ahead? There was a discontent behind him. I knew that my mind had gone too far, so I nodded apologetically and climbed up with my feet on the stone nests.
The midday sun was far away by this time, and our backs were drenched in sweat. Standing on the top of Qingxiao Peak, there is an emptiness as far as the eye can see. Villages, houses, rice fields, all became small. On the surface of the lake, the breeze blows wave after wave.
Thank you for your hard work, without the work team, I don't know when this water will be drawn out. The old man put down the hammer, stood up, took the cement bags from our shoulders, and put them together one by one. "Today I will open this stone wall, and tomorrow I can release water into the field. ”
With water, a lot can be done in the fields. After autumn, we can grow vegetables, we can raise ducks and geese. The old man wiped his mouth, put down his teacup, stroked the nearly two-thousand-meter-long steel pipe that reached the field, and continued.
The old man's hair and beard were gray, but he was still full of energy and hope. Looking at him, I am a little ashamed, I am only in my twenties, these days, because some things are not satisfactory, discouraged, to cope with that work, the rest is to use wine and mahjong to sanitize time, just want to lie flat.
Of course, the old man didn't know what I was thinking at this time, seeing that we were listening quietly, no one spoke, and looked at the field under the mountain, he also stopped talking, and had already sunk into his own realm: after the golden rice fields at the foot of Qingxiao Peak were harvested, there were patches of green vegetable fields, and groups of fat ducks and geese were s......urging like clouds in the river
Really, it's not autumn that is far away.