When I was a child, every February 2, the day when the dragon raised its head, my father would always get up early in the morning and paint hoards with pot ash in the yard. Before dawn, my father quietly got up. He put on his old cotton coat and gently opened the door for fear of waking us. In the courtyard, the morning fog had not yet lifted, and the figure of my father looked particularly tall in the haze.
He expertly removed some pot ash from the stove, and the gray powder seemed to come to life in his hands. The father squatted on the ground and gently smeared the ashes of the pot on the ground with his fingers. His movements are slow and focused, as if he is painting a precious work of art.
I hid under the covers and watched my father quietly. His figure loomed in the morning mist, the black-gray lines stretching out on the ground, forming circles. I know it's my father hoarding.
Hoarding is the farmers' desire for a bumper harvest and a beautiful expectation for the future. My father painted hoards with pot ashes in the hope that the crops would be harvested in the coming year and that the family's granary would be full. The circles are like the dreams in my father's heart, and the bigger the circle, the bigger the dream.
After the hoard, my father would stand up and stare at his work in silence. His eyes were filled with hope and determination. At that moment, I felt like my father was like an artist, he used the simplest tools to draw the most beautiful patterns.
As the sun rises, the morning fog gradually lifts. My father's hoarding became clearer. The circles, like ancient totems, lay quietly in the courtyard. They bear witness to my father's hard work and carry our family's hope for the future.
Now, I have grown up and left my hometown. But when the second of February comes, I always think of my father's hoarding in the yard when I was a child. The black-and-gray lines, the circles, are still deeply imprinted in my heart.
They taught me that no matter how hard life is, we need to have a heart that longs for a good harvest. Just like my father's hoard, even simple lines can contain endless hope and strength. **10,000 Fans Incentive Plan