In the morning, several colleagues and I had a rest in front of the door of a villager in the village. When we went, the old lady in this family was playing with her grandson at the door. The two bronze doors of her house are tall, wide and magnificent. The ground around the gate is also paved with bricks. The door is clean and tidy, and a small vegetable field is opened on one side not far from the door, dozens of Chinese cabbages were planted, and the green cabbages were prosperous, which made people feel delighted. The old lady moved two small stools to let us sit. My colleague and I chatted with the old lady while sitting on the stool next to the wall to bask in the sun. The weather in the morning was really wonderful. The sun was bright and warm without any wind. The sunshine poured quietly on us like running water, making me warm from head to foot from top to bottom, lazy.. Time is mild, and time is quiet. It’s just like this. At that time, the joy in my heart was constantly spreading, and I couldn’t help thinking. Suddenly I remembered my parents, and I thought that if they were still in the countryside, my door would be so magnificent and luxurious; My yard, the door will be cleaned up and cleaned by my father, which is extremely clean and bright; The small vegetable garden in my family will not only grow Chinese cabbage, but also have more green decorations… Or maybe Dad would build a two-story building on the basis of the original house. Looking from a distance near the village, it was beautiful, chic and elegant, which made people envy. And our four siblings will drive home with their (wife) belts on holidays. So many people, big children, children and old children get together, in the summer evening, the whole family sat in the spacious yard, drinking porridge and eating, making noise…. Thinking of many years ago, since we could remember, every season of wheat harvest and autumn harvest, our four siblings, led by our parents, would make sunrise every day and rest at sunset, even at that time, our family often got up and went to the ground before the sun came out, and didn’t go home with exhaustion stepping on the Moonlight until sunset for a long time; I remembered that when I was young, I went to the field to weed with my mother every spring, we stood in the endless wheat field, looking at the seemingly distant land, worried about when the wheat field could be hooped; Thinking of our four siblings working in the field when we were young, the elder brother is often awarded the most lazy award because of opportunism, while the younger brother and the elder sister always become the winners of the best Diligence Award and the best hard work award alternately, but what I got most was the best silent watch award…. Thinking of us at that time and me at that time, I was so resistant and resistant to the hardship of wheat harvest and autumn harvest, and to the land, I wanted to get rid of its bondage so strongly, but now decades later, at least today, I am sitting in front of a farmer’s house at the entrance of the urban village, looking at the small vegetable field with green cabbage in front of me, looking at the farmhouses with blue bricks and red tiles and the incomparably spacious courtyards, what gushed out in my heart was the real love for the land and the countryside.. Our society is making continuous progress and the times are advancing constantly, while our thoughts are also changing unconsciously and quietly. Now and in the future, if only I could own a piece of land again..

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