Me and the old farmer

A Pugua shed, a landscape and an old farmer's story are always lingering in my mind these two days, which makes me meditate, deeply moved and imaginative. ...

That afternoon, I went to the countryside in the west of the city to collect wind, wandering alone on the track and field covered with green grass, looking around and looking for the object to shoot.

My goal is clear, that is, to act according to Lindao's topic "Mobile phone photography-beauty around me, stories around me".

It's not as easy for me to eat bananas, but it's not too difficult. One machine in hand, walk frequently, look more, pay attention to the target, choose a good angle and make a shot.

It was already four o'clock in the afternoon when I walked to the middle of Tian Dong on the west bank of Xixi River. There are thirty or twenty middle-aged and elderly people, male or female, farming in their respective gardens.

There are more than ten modified motorcycles with buckets on the tractor road, and there are electric cars in the middle. You don't need a car to walk, and the car has long replaced the shoulder.

Occasionally, I can see three or two oxen grazing leisurely by the river or having a rest. Since the realization of agricultural mechanization, those ox carts, plows and all backward agricultural tools have long been historical relics. Where are the cows? They were fattened and eaten.

I saw an old farmer, wearing a bamboo hat, still sunny in the afternoon, just with a little soft sunshine, with his back to the west and east, planting onions.

I habitually say hello to him first. I said, "Brother, where are you digging?"

"Yes," he said in a clear voice. "It's only half a yard. When the weather is good, we also dug all kinds of shallots." After that, he put down his hoe, took out a big bamboo and a box of tobacco leaves under the melon shed and asked me, "Brother, do you smoke?"

I said thank you, I haven't smoked bamboo for many years. I lived in the countryside when I was young. In May and June, when rice seedlings were planted with backache, they ran to the field to smoke bamboo. Actually, I just want to have a rest.

"That's lazy! Which man hasn't done such a thing? " He Qingsheng said with a smile, "It's much easier for people to do farm work now, and fewer people smoke big bamboos."

Seeing him like that, listening to him and watching him do things, he is a simple, capable and strong Leizhou man.

I took the thermos cup out of my backpack and asked him, "Brother, do you drink tea?" I brought tea. "

"I have it, too." He said, "Shall I add some water to you?" He put down the big bamboo, walked into the melon shed, took out a big thermos bottle, and while adding water to me, he said thoughtfully, "You must drink more water when you go out in such a hot day."

I watched us talking. Only then did I notice that the two rows of green fields were as long as a handle and three feet wide. On the south side of the ridge, shallots are lush. On the north side of the ridge, onions have been planted in half, and they have just faded their red clothes and marked with green leaves. The land he wants to sort out is only a small piece.

His small hoe looks very light, and the handle is very smooth, which is polished by dry sand.

To the north of the onion field is green and vigorous early rice. To the south, it is Pugua shed. On both sides of the melon shed, red taro is planted in the east and Chaozhou taro is planted in the west. The fields with taro leaves are as green as lotus flowers. Where's Pugua? All of them are tender, and some of them are fluffy and shiny.

After chatting for a long time, I realized that his surname was Lu. He told me that my ancestors used to live in Daping, Leizhou. I don't know which generation they were, but they moved here and set up another family.

More than 70 years ago, there were only a few dozen people in the village, and now there are more than 700 people. Young and middle-aged people go out to work and do business, but some elderly people are reluctant to part with this land. If you can move, go to Tiandong for a walk, plant some vegetables, plant some rice and peanuts and eat enough.

He is now living under one roof for four generations and has a car and a house at home. I don't know how many times life is better than in the past. Children and grandchildren are full, who will let him go out to work? I'm just used to working and not working, and my heart is empty. Come out for a walk, and your heart will be at ease.

As he spoke, he suddenly asked me, "Brother, where are you from?"

I said Lianjiang people immigrated from Jiuzhou River. Hearing this, he looked particularly happy. He said that when he was in primary school, the teacher took them to Lianjiang to participate in the dam construction work of the reservoir, mainly singing, drumming and shouting slogans to cheer.

He told me that the slogan at that time was "Fight for forty days and benefit for a thousand years!" Then, he proudly said, "That's true, isn't it realized now?" In the future, life will get better and better! "

The sun sets in the west and the sunset glow rises gradually. When I said goodbye to him, he said, "Brother, I will pick two pugua for you to take home. I won't sell it anyway, and I can't eat much at home. "

I said, "No need. Our children have their own jobs and lives. My wife and I can't eat much. "

When he heard me say this, he said, "Well, come out and walk more when you are free. People should walk more. My home is near Shenzhen. You see, the five-story building near Xixi Middle School in the north of the water tower is our home. Come and have tea when you are free. "

I smiled and agreed. Wave to him, and under his guidance, walk east along Ji Geng Road, reach Xixi River embankment, walk south for a while, then turn east and go home along the railway line.

What a big world! We have all lived in this world for decades, and I don't know how many roads we have traveled to meet today.

it is a small world small world ! In the course of life, we walked and walked, and when fate came, we met.

He is an old farmer, how can I compensate for not being an old farmer! It's just that he is sowing the seeds of onions, and I am sowing the seeds of words.