Essay on mowing experience

Around the 1960s, when children were after school, on holidays or Sundays, parents often asked them to mow the grass on slopes or mountains with sickles, baskets or ropes. In fact, there are many tricks to mow the grass. Younger children mostly cut pig grass and rabbit grass, and cut some tender grass, which pigs and rabbits like to eat. Older children cut cattle and grass for the production team, and most of them cut some bigger grass to earn work points. Such grass cows like to eat; We also need to mow the grass and green manure, cut the mountain grass for cooking, and when the mountain is released, the whole village will go up the mountain to mow the grass. Cutting grass is also an unforgettable experience on the road of life.

I remember when I first learned to mow grass, I couldn't even choose a sickle for mowing grass. Once, when I came home from school, I hurried to the west wing to find a sickle and prepare to mow the grass. As a result, I didn't find a sickle, so I was so anxious that I simply took a firewood sickle and went up the slope. My neighbor and partner, who is one year older than me, laughed at me: "Why are you mowing the grass with a firewood sickle?" I said, "I didn't find the straw sickle. It's almost the same with firewood sickle. " Neighbors and partners have plans in their hearts: "Almost? Give it a try. " As a result, my neighbors and partners couldn't see anyone from behind carrying the grass they had cut, but I spared no effort to cut a "dog neck" and carry it home. At the end of the village, my brother-in-law jokingly said, "You see that XX cut so much grass that he cut a dog's neck.". "Most people who have cut grass know what' dog's neck' means. It is a joke that rural people cut less grass to describe the cut grass as thick as a dog's neck. People who often mow grass in rural areas know the importance of sickle in mowing grass, and they are carefully choosing a good sickle. The blade is sharp, the handle is moderately curved, and it looks like you can mow the grass smoothly, which is still a show-off capital. A sickle can be used for many years if it is well maintained. From then on, I understood the gap between good and bad sickle when mowing grass, and never took a straw sickle to mow grass again. When I grow up, I gradually understand the profound philosophy that "if a worker wants to do a good job, he must sharpen his tools first".

Cutting grass is also a pose. When mowing grass, you need to squat down, hold a handful of grass in your left hand, and push the sickle forward to the position of grass in your right hand. When you pull the sickle back, the weeds will fall instantly and there will be a rustling sound in your ear. If several people mow the grass at the same time, you will hear a rhythmic rustle, which sounds like ancient childhood music. The faster you mow the grass, the more pleasant it sounds. There is also a way of mowing grass called "mowing grass", as the name implies, that is, mowing grass with a sickle. When mowing grass, you need to bow up, first cut a handful of grass in your hand as a "primer", and hold the grass horizontally on the grass to be mowed at right angles. At this time, you mow the grass hard, and your ears are full of the "brushing" sound of sickle mowing the grass. The sickle flew by, just like cutting cloth, tearing a series of holes in the thick grass. Look at the mowers' movements. As they mow the grass, they bow forward, just like the display of strength and beauty in the vast nature. Only by mowing the grass can we see the real kung fu of mowing the grass. People who can mow grass are praised by the villagers as beautiful words.

Cut the grass, arrange it into a shop, then pile it up one by one, make a "grass waist", bundle it into a bundle, just like a simple "handicraft", then pile it into a bundle, and bundle it into a big bundle with a rope, or carry it, or push it, and you're done. Of course, the cut grass is also put in the basket, mostly when there are few cut grass.

When mowing the grass, for the sake of excitement and safety, friends often go to this house to say hello, go together, talk and laugh, and unconsciously arrive at the hillside and mountains. As soon as the basket, rope and sickle are thrown on the slope, the cart will put the wheels up-there is no obstacle, or run to the weir to dig out the mouse's nest and dig out the mouse's "grain depot"; Or one by one, like a creature, jump into the reservoir naked, swim first, and then have a water fight; Or run to the bank of the reservoir to pick up stones and tiles and enjoy the ripples; Or hide under the bridge or play cards in the shade, even if you are flushed; Or search for Shan Ye trees to pick wild fruits, and the hand-picked wild fruits are particularly sweet; Or carry a tree to dig a sparrow, and have a great time with a chicken in your hand; Or naked fish in the river, so comfortable when catching fish; Or go to hide and seek in the Woods, look up at the slingshot fork in the Woods, look down at the eggs in the fields ... I never tire of it, I never tire of it, and I forgot to mow the grass when I was excited. I often think of mowing the grass when it is getting dark, fearing that it is not easy to go home and have a job, but it is over. I had no choice but to cut a little grass at random, cut some branches under the basket to build a "small tent" and loosely put some grass on it. Outside, I cut a lot of grass, but in fact, I have to muddle through.

When mowing the grass at school, most boys and girls are together, which is natural, but once boys and girls mow the grass together, there will be more topics, which was not called gossip at that time. Someone solemnly said, "Only XX (a male classmate) and XX (a female classmate) cut the grass together." "XX and XX cut the grass and put it in the cornfield." Hearing this, I always laughed it off, but other students talked about it so much that it spread all over the class and school. This is a digression story caused by mowing grass in that era.

There is also a big action to cut grass, that is, the whole village takes action to cut grass. This action is really exciting and unforgettable. I will never forget such a thing. In my life experience, I have rarely met such a large group, so active and so dare to do one thing. At that time, in the early morning of Mountain Day, the big horn in the village would suddenly sound, which was a bit surprising: "Attention, attention, today's mountain release, today's mountain release …" The cry of the big horn sounded like a wartime command, making the villagers get up quickly, put on their clothes at random, carefully distinguish the sound of the big horn and prepare to go up the mountain to mow the grass.

My parents both work in the countryside. As soon as the big horn sounded, I knew it was about the mountain. In fact, my brother and I have been told in advance, but my parents still urgently shouted to us: "Get up, get up, let the mountain go today." Hearing the shouts of my parents, I saw that it was still early, and I was always sleepy, showing reluctance. At that time, the school had an unwritten rule that as long as the mountain was placed in the village, it would be a natural holiday. Setting the mountain is a kind of exercise and test for children. Urged by my parents again and again, I got up and hurriedly prepared the tools for mowing grass on the mountain. At this time, listening to neighbors get up one after another, there are voices urging children to get up, and there are also voices asking tools: "Where is the sickle?" "Why, I can't find the rope again?" Sounds anxious. There is also the sound of preparing trolleys, shoulder poles, sickles and rakes, and there seems to be hurried footsteps in the street, which are mixed together and break the silence of the village in the morning.

I got my tools ready, wrapped my lunch in a bag, hung it on the head of a pole, got a lantern before dawn, and hurried to the mountains. Walking out of the village, I saw lanterns pouring into the mountains from all directions, leaving only old people and very young children in the village.

There are several mountainous and grassy valleys in my hometown, such as Laolongwan, Laolvya, Shitou Hutong and Niu Jian. According to their living position and experience of mowing grass in the mountains, everyone runs to places where they think there is more grass. Those who are not familiar with the situation in the mountains will follow. The village where I live is about six or seven miles away from the ravine. Groups of people, just like in the TV series "Dongdu", walked with one foot deep and one foot shallow under the background of rickety lanterns, and even the occasional sound became urgent, which inevitably left a memory of "grabbing" in my childhood mind.

In the ravine, I stood for a while and thought about it. As soon as several people discussed it, they went up the mountain. The person who walked in front chose a place with a lot of grass, threw a cart and pole and began to mow the grass. People who walk behind, while wandering halfway up the mountain, look at the place with a lot of grass. Finally, he put down his tools and began to pick grass. The work of mowing grass looks rough, but there are actually many ways. Some people are squatting in one place, and it is rare to move. It looks effortless, but it is very skilled and can quickly pick up a handful of grass from his hand. Some people cut a handful here and pick a little there, and they are busy for a long time before they are busy with a "dog's neck." At noon, mowers are coming down the mountain one after another, some carrying grass, some carrying it with a pole, and some rushing down the mountain to eat. When they look at the flat places in the ravine, they can clearly know who mows the grass and who can't mow it. Naturally, they are praised for mowing the grass.

Until the people on the mountain came down, they prepared firewood, made a bonfire and began to "cook" rice. They usually bring tortillas and pickles from home, and some even bring small salted fish. When they were all baked on the stones by bonfires, they sat around and ate together, talking about where there was more grass and where there was less grass, and they were confident. After eating, some rolled cigarettes and smoked a bag of cigarettes, some went to the mountain spring, got down and drank enough water, and then took a mountain spring to wash their faces. Very comfortable, the fatigue of the morning has disappeared. Then, they went up the hill to mow the grass.

Afternoon seems much easier than morning. If you work hard in the mountains for a period of time, you have to plan to transport it to the ravine. Some grass cut in the morning hasn't been shipped out yet, so you can start early, bundle up one layer of grass with long grass, and then bundle the bundles of grass into a big bundle with a rope, carry it on your back and transport it to the ravine in a hurry. When the sun is still one shot high, you say hello and load the car down the mountain. The sun will set when loading the car, and there is still a long way to go home. Give a shout and start pushing the car home.

The motorcade full of grass is running on the rugged mountain road, with women and children following behind them. When it's time to climb the mountain, they can pull and push. At that time, I couldn't push the motor car, so I had to rely on my thin father to push the car. I pulled in front, and my mother pushed my father's waist in the back. The whole family joined forces to push the car up the hill smoothly. Now that I think about it, what a deep feeling it is. In this way, all the way forward, accompanied by "creaking, creaking" car brakes, accompanied by the laughter of men and women. At this time, I really feel it's good to mow the grass, which I can't feel anywhere else, and it's also a life I can't experience on weekdays.

Before you know it, it's dark, and the people who cut grass on the mountain have arrived home. The old people and children who stayed at home came out to help mow the grass and pile the haystacks together. At this time, there were bursts of laughter in front of my hometown, breaking the silent sky. Soon, haystacks similar to "yurts" were erected in front of each house, which was the harvest of rural people.

Although mowing grass is not a big topic, many people have experienced it. Cutting grass has left the mark of the times, and now it has gradually drifted away. Because the experience of mowing grass is too deep, I can't erase it from my mind, so I can only chew it slowly and turn it into words under my fingertips …