The crops are green and green

Looking at the green grass, I couldn't help but have a lot of thoughts...

When I was a child, during the busy farming season, I had to get up early with my parents, wash and cook, and take care of my sister. Sometimes, I have to deliver breakfast to my parents in the fields and finish my housework before going to school.

At the age of thirteen or fourteen, the boy from the same village stopped going to school and went to work with his parents. When I get home from school, I have to work to earn cents. I remember the first time I went to the field to plant rice, it was quite the same thing when I saw them planting rice. I was very anxious and tried my best to plant rice, wanting to follow them. However, the seedlings I planted were not only staggered, but also sparse. When Aunt Xu saw it, she said to my mother, why don't you teach your daughter, she will breed white. (It means that I planted the rice seedlings too thinly, and did not meet the standards for the distance between the rice seedlings and the row spacing.)

I heard that I had planted the rice seedlings too thinly, so I planted six rice seedlings instead of six. The seven seedlings later became the butt of everyone’s jokes.

After that, I hated transplanting rice seedlings from the bottom of my heart. I secretly vowed that I must study hard and strive to stand up from my schoolbag. I will never face the loess or turn my back to the sky.

Unexpectedly, in the late 1980s, the land was contracted to each household. In order to fulfill the responsibility of the land, my mother actually stopped allowing me to study.

I thought that my father was not tall and was not good at farm work. And because my father had offended many villagers for a certain movement. So they banded together to bully my family and gave our family the paddy fields in the east, west and farthest reaches of the village. Whenever the tractor plows the fields, the handlebar deliberately makes my paddy fields plowed into pits, making it impossible to plant rice. I know that my parents suffered a lot for this. As the eldest daughter in the family, she should think about her parents and support this shaky home. So, I left the school in tears.

When it was time to transplant the rice seedlings, it was a yellow plum day in the south of the Yangtze River, and the light rain kept falling. Holding the green seedlings in my hands, I didn't feel the beauty of green at all deep in my heart, as if I was holding a hot iron bar, burning my heart. I imagined the scene of the students studying in my mind...

? At dusk, the darkness fell quietly, but there was still a large paddy field where the rice seedlings had not been planted. I was so exhausted that I didn't dare to call it a day and go home. I had to use my last strength to thrust, thrust, thrust... Tears and rain flowed down my cheeks unbridled. I didn't care about mosquito bites, I just wanted to finish planting the seedlings quickly. It was so dark that I couldn't see my fingers, so I had to call it a day. At that time, I was so tired that I couldn't describe it. Ignoring the mud all over my body, I lay down on the field ridge, took a breath, got up and walked home.

? I don’t know how I survived these twenty years? ! I never thought that one day I would no longer have to go to the fields to plant rice.

The rain is still falling, and farmers do not need to go to the fields to transplant rice seedlings, and the seedlings can dance gently in the breeze.

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