Who can give me a good narrative?

Grow beans

At this time, the beans I planted, line by line, must be seven miles long. I need weeding urgently.

Loosen the soil, because the last batch has not been broadcast, and the first batch grows well; There is really no time to delay.

What's the point of this Hercules' small labor, doing so hard and respecting himself? I don't know yet.

I see. I fell in love with my rows of beans, although they have greatly exceeded my needs. They made me fall in love.

I lost my land, so I gained strength, just like Antai. But why should I grow beans? Only God knows.

I worked brilliantly all summer-in this part of the earth's epidermis, only cranberries and green bristlegrass used to grow.

Blackberry and so on, as well as sweet wild fruits and beautiful flowers, now let it grow beans. I can learn from beans.

What can you learn? What can you learn from me? I cherish them, and I dig and weed them from morning till night.

Take care of them; This is my day's work. The big leaves are really nice. My assistant is dew, which moistens this dry soil.

Water and raindrops. And what kind of fertilizer the soil itself contains, although most of the land is barren and exhausted. insect

Child, cold days, especially the groundhog is my enemy. The groundhog ate a quarter of my land. can

But what right do I have to uproot plants like Setaria viridis and destroy their ancient herbal gardens? Fortunately, the rest

Beans will soon grow strong enough to deal with some new enemies.

I clearly remember that when I was four years old, I moved from Boston to my hometown and passed through this forest.

And this land, and the lake I have been to. This is one of the earliest scenes in my memory. Tonight, my flute

This sound once again awakened the echo of the same lake. The pine tree is still standing there, older than me; Or, some were cut down,

I cooked with their roots, and new pine trees grew around them, giving a new generation of eyes a different look. as soon as...

Almost the same green bristlegrass grows from the same old roots on this pasture, and even I gave me some later.

The mythical scenery in the dream has added new clothes. If you want to know the impact since I came back here, please take a look at these.

The leaves of beans, the sharp leaves of corn and potato vines. I planted about two and a half acres of land; This land is about fifteen years old.

I cut it once before, and I dug two or three "tail" roots without fertilization; Those who are in this summer

I turned up some arrows when I was hoeing the ground these days. It seems that there was one before the white man came to cut it.

The disappeared ancient people used to live here and grow corn and soybeans, so, to a certain extent, they have.

Only when the soil fertility is exhausted can the harvest be achieved.

Everything was covered with dew before the groundhog or squirrel ran across the road, or before the sun rose from the oak forest.

Beads, I began to pull out those arrogant weeds in the bean field and pile dirt on them, although some farmers didn't.

Let me do this-but I still suggest that you finish all the work when there is dew as much as possible. In the morning, I was naked.

Working with two feet, like a plastic artist, making mud in the broken sand exposed by dew. After the third morning, the sun will

My feet are blistered by the sun. The sun shone on my hoe, and I walked slowly on Huangsha Mountain, where it lasted for fifteen years.

Walking back and forth in rows of green leaves, one end of the pole extends to a short oak forest, and I often rest in its dense.

In the shade; The other end extends to the edge of a berry field. Every time I walk back and forth, I can always see the blueberry color there.

And slightly deepened. I removed the grass roots and cultivated new soil around the beanstalk to help the crops I planted grow and make this piece.

Loess does not use wormwood, reed pipes and millet to express its summer meditation, but uses bean leaves and tofu pudding. -This is me.

Work every day. Because there are no horses and cattle, no employees, no children's help and no improved farm tools, it is particularly slow.

That's why I'm so close to beans. Manual labor, the degree of hard work, is not the worst kind of laziness

In the form of. There is an evergreen and indelible truth and a classic philosophy of scholars.

Meaning of. Those who crossed Lincoln westward

I'm a agricola laborie Sue, compared with Vilander travelers who go to places that no one knows.

s； They sat leisurely in the carriage, elbows on knees, Xinjiang ropes hanging loosely into flowers; I work in the dirt.

Workers at home and at home. However, my hometown soon disappeared from their sight and thoughts. Because it's big.

For a long time, only my land has been cultivated on both sides of the road, which naturally attracted their attention; Sometimes in

People who work in this field hear their criticism. He overheard "beans are planted so late!" pea

Beans are also planted late! "-because others have already started hoeing, and I am still sowing-I am an amateur farmer.

I never thought about it. "These crops, my child, can only be eaten by livestock; Crops for livestock! "

"Does he live here?" The man in the gray coat and black hat said; So the farmer with a strong accent strangled him.

The grateful old horse asked me what you were doing here and why there was no fertilization in the furrow. He suggested deleting it.

Fine garbage, any waste can be, or ashes, or plaster. However, there are only two and a half acres of furrows here.

There is only a hoe without a horse, which is dragged by two hands,-I don't like carriages and horses,-and fine garbage is

It's far. Some travelers who drove by loudly contrasted the land with what they saw along the way.

This let me know my position in agriculture. This field is not in Mr. Coleman's report. can

Yes, by the way, who will go to more desolate and unimproved land to find food produced by nature?

Calculate their value? British hay is carefully weighed and moisture, silicate and carbon are calculated.

Potassium acid; But in all valleys, depressions, trees, pastures and swamps, there are rich and diverse grains.

People just don't harvest. Mine seems to be somewhere between wild and cultivated; Just like some

It is a civilized country, some are semi-civilized and some are barbaric. My field can be called semi-civilized, although

This is not bad in a sense. Those beans happily returned to the wild primitive state where I cultivated them.

My hoe sang pastoral songs for them.

On the top of a nearby birch tree, there is a brown songbird-some people call it a red-browed bird-who has been singing all morning.

Good morning, I want to accompany you. If your farmland is not here, it will fly to another farmer's field. You broadcast it.

When planting, it cries "throw, throw, throw,-cover, cover,-pull, pull, pull up."

But corn is not planted here, and there will be no enemies like it to eat crops. You may find it strange and ridiculous.

Songs, like amateur Paganini playing one string or twenty strings, have nothing to do with your sowing.

But you would rather listen to music than prepare ashes or plaster. These are the cheapest first-class fertilizers I trust most.

When I dug up new soil by the furrow with a hoe, I forgot a history book that had lived under this sky in ancient times.

The ashes left by recorded peoples have been turned up, and their small arms used for fighting and hunting have been exposed to the modern sunshine.

They are mixed with other natural stones, some burned by Indians, and some are.

Sun-dried, there are some pottery and glass, probably the remnants of modern cultivators. When my hoe jingles

The earth knocked on the stone, and the sound of music reached the Woods and the sky. With this accompaniment, my work immediately came into being.

Immeasurable gains. I don't grow beans, nor do I grow beans; At that time, I remembered with pity and arrogance.

Well, if I remember correctly, I remember that some of my acquaintances went to the city to listen to oratorios. And in

On this sunny afternoon, the nighthawk hovered over my head. -I sometimes work all day. -Looks like me.

A grain of sand in the eye, or a grain of sand in the eye of the sky, sometimes falls to its side and cries, God!

The empty space seems to be cut, and finally it seems to be broken into rags, but the sky is still a thin seam; Fly in the air. no

Elves lay many eggs on the ground, on yellow sand or rocks, and on the top of the mountain, which few people have seen; they

Beautiful and slender, like ripples rolled up by the lake, and like rising leaves blown into the air by the phoenix; There are many in nature.

So congenial karma. The eagle is the air of the waves, brother. It flies above the waves and observes them. It flies in the air.

Beautiful eagle wings are like featherless wings that respond to ocean elements. Sometimes I see a pair of eagles hovering in the sky.

Up and down, near and far, as if they were the embodiment of my own thoughts. Or I was attracted by a flock of wild pigeons,

Watching them fly from one forest to another, with some buzzing and trembling sounds, flying rapidly; have

At that time, my hoe dug out a salamander from under the rotten stump, which looked ugly and listless, and it was still Egyptian.

And the remains of the Nile, but they are contemporary with us. When I stopped to lean on the hoe, these sounds and sights

When I stand in the furrow, I seem to hear and see it everywhere. This is a part of rural life, with endless happiness.

Points.

On the day of the festival, salutes were fired in the city, spreading to the forest like air guns, and sometimes some military music floated in.

So far. I am far away in the bean field outside the city, listening to the sound of the cannon as if the dust bacteria were bursting; If the army goes out, and

I don't know what's going on, so I'm in a trance all day long, and I feel that the horizon seems to itch, as if it were going to explode.

Child-like, maybe scarlet fever, maybe horseshoe cancer, until later, some good winds blew across the earth and onto Velander.

The highway brought me news of the animal trainer. In the distance came the sound of the camp, as if someone's bees had left the nest, so they were adjacent.

According to Virgil's method, people took out the loudest pots and pans and tapped them gently to summon them back to the hive.

When the sound is gone, the sound of the camp is gone, and the softest breeze doesn't tell stories, I know that people have put

The last male peak has returned to middlesex's hive safely, and now they are considering covering the hive with honey.

I feel arrogant, knowing that freedom in Massachusetts and our motherland are so safe; When I turned to plow again,

At that time, I was full of unspeakable self-confidence, calmly holding hope for the future and continuing my work.

If there are several bands playing, the whole village is like a big bellows, and all the buildings are alternating.

In the noise, it expands and collapses. However, sometimes really lofty and exciting phrases come to the forest.

The trumpet sings honor, and I feel like I can kill a Mexican with a knife.

Why do you always tolerate trivial things? I looked around for groundhogs and weasels to show my chivalry.

The melody of this military music is as far away as Palestine, which reminds me of the Crusaders marching on the horizon, as if hanging down.

The swaying and trembling of elm tops over the village. The weather is fine today, although I saw it from the forest floor.

The sky, like every day, is the same boundless sky, and I don't see any difference.

Since I planted beans, I have spent a long time with beans, planting, hoeing,

Harvest, fight, pick up and sell-this last item is particularly difficult-I might as well add another one to eat, and so do I.

I ate beans and tasted them.

I am determined to understand beans. When they grow, I usually hoe the ground from five o'clock in the morning to noon.

Is to spend the rest of the day dealing with other things. Think about it, people can still make friends with all kinds of weeds, which is very affectionate and strange.

Hmm.-It's complicated to say these things, and these weeds are complicated enough to work.-Put a grass.

All destroyed, wantonly destroyed their delicate tissues, hoes should carefully distinguish them before putting another one.

Grass to be cultivated. This is Roman wormwood, this is Erigeron, this is sorrel, and this is reed.

Grab it, pull it up, turn its roots up, expose it to the sun, and don't leave a fiber in the shadow, otherwise.

However, it was horizontal, and two days later, it was as green as leek. This is a long war, isn't it?

Against cranes, but against weeds, these Trojans rely on the sun and rain. Look at the beans. I bring them every day.

The hoe came to help, killing the enemy, and the ditch was full of dead grass. There are many headgear ornaments that are swaying and very strong.

Hector, who is one foot taller than this group of companions, also fell to the ground and died under my weapon, rolling into the dust.

Went to middle school.

In this hot summer, some of my peers are in Boston or Rome, working on fine arts, and some are in India.

Thinking, some people do business in London or new york, and I am as dedicated as other farmers in New England.

In agriculture. I didn't do this to eat beans. I belong to Pythagoras by nature, at least I grow beans.

That's true in this matter. Whether it's for food, votes or rice, maybe it's just for the future.

A fable, for example, a metaphor or innuendo that someone has to work in a field. Generally speaking, this is a rare one.

Joy, even if it lasts too long, will cause a waste of time. Although I didn't fertilize them, neither did I.

I mow the grass and loosen the soil for them, but I often try my best to mow the grass and loosen the soil for them, and the result is quite good.

Good. "It's true," as Evelyn said. "No compost or manure can compare with constant waving.

Cut the grass and shovel the soil, turn the mud over. "Land," he wrote in another place, "especially fresh land,

It has considerable magnetism and can attract salt, power or virtue (whatever you call it) to strengthen its life.

Land is also the object of labor, and all our activities on the land feed us, all the feces and other stench.

Things are just substitutes for this improvement. Besides, this land is only consumed by people who enjoy the Sabbath.

"Land as fertile and barren as possible", perhaps as Sir Kennan Digby thought, has been absorbed from the air.

The power of living. I harvested 12 bushels of beans.

In order to be more careful, and because Mr. Coleman reported mainly on the extravagant experiments of influential farmers,

Someone expressed dissatisfaction, and now my income and expenditure are listed as follows:

A hoe ... o May 4th.

Farming and trenching ... July 5 0- too high.

Bean seeds ... 3. 125

Potato seeds ... one, three, three.

Pea seeds ... ... Order 40

Radish seeds .......................................................................................................................................................................

The white line of the fence ...........................................................................................................................................................................

Farming horses and three-hour employees ... me. oo

Harvest with horses and wagons ... 0.75.

Total ... 14.725 yuan, my income.

Eoportet), selling twelve of nine bushels.

Green beans ... 16 94

Five bushels of potatoes ... two five zero

Nine bushels of small potatoes ... two two five.

Grass ... an oo

Stop ... O.75

The total is ... 23.44 yuan.

Remaining (as I am in another world)

The department said ... 8715 yuan.

This is the result of my experience in growing beans: on June 1, I planted that little white bean seed, which is three feet long and ten feet long.

Plant in rows eight inches apart, and choose fresh, round and undoped seeds. Watch out for bugs,

Then replant the seedlings where there is no emergence. Then watch out for the groundhog. If that area is exposed, they will put

Young leaves that have just grown are chewed in one breath; Moreover, after the tender tendrils stretch over, they will still pay attention.

When they arrive, they will sit up straight like squirrels, eating buds and newborn pods. Particularly important, such as

If you want it to avoid frost and sell beans easily, then you should harvest it early; This will save you from

Lost a lot.

I also gained the following richer experience: I told myself that next summer, I don't want to spend so much.

Labor has come to plant beans and corn, and I will plant such seeds as honesty, truthfulness, simplicity, self-confidence and innocence.

If these seeds are not lost, see if they can grow on this land with less labor and fertilizer.

To maintain my life, because you must never consume soil fertility to grow these things. Alas! I told myself this.

Some words, but now another summer has passed, one after another, I have to tell you.

Readers, the seeds I planted, if they were the seeds of these virtues, were eaten by bugs, or

It has lost its vitality and has not germinated. People can usually only be as brave or timid as their ancestors. This generation

The corn and beans that people grow every year must be the same as those that Indians planted centuries ago. That's what they taught them.

For the first immigrants, life seems hard to change. One day, I saw an old man,

To my surprise, he dug the hole at least seventy times with a hoe, but he wasn't going to lie in it by himself.

Why shouldn't New Englanders try new careers and pay too much attention to their corn, potatoes and grass?

Materials and his orchard,-and grow other things? Why do you care so much about the seeds of beans and not care at all?

Don't care about a new generation of human beings? The qualities I mentioned earlier, we think they are higher than other products, if I

When a child meets a person, he sees that he has the qualities I mentioned, and those qualities that are scattered in the air are already on him.

It takes root there, and then we should really feel satisfied and happy. This is an elusive one.

And unspeakable character, such as truth or justice, although the number is small, although it is still a new variety, it is

Walking along the road. Our ambassador should receive some instructions to choose good varieties and send them back to China, and then I will

Our congress distributes them all over the country for planting. We should not treat sincerity hypocritically. If nobility and friendship

Our essence is what we have. Don't let our meanness deceive, insult or repel each other.

Here you are. We should not meet in a hurry. I've never met most people. They seem to have no time and are very busy.

Where are their beans? We don't want to associate with such a busy man, who leans against a hoe or shovel during work breaks.

As if on crutches, unlike mushrooms, only a part rises from the ground, not completely straight.

Yes, just like a swallow stopping and walking on the ground,-

"When he spoke, his wings spread from time to time.

Like flying, but fell down,-"

We thought we were talking to an angel. Bread doesn't always nourish us; But always more than me.

Children are beneficial. They can eliminate the rigidity in our joints and make us soft and lively, even if we don't know what we have.

When we are sick, we can find kindness from nature and human beings and enjoy any pure and intense happiness.

Ancient poems and myths at least suggest that farming used to be a sacred art, but we are in a hurry and messy.

Our goal is only a large field and a bumper harvest. We have no festivals, no ceremonies, no ranks, and continuous farming.

Cow Congress and Thanksgiving Day are no exception. The farmer originally used this form to express the sacred meaning of his profession, or

It is used to trace the sacred origin of agriculture. What attracts them now is the reward and a big bite. Now he's dead. no

Dedicated to Israel, not to Yoav, but to the evil god Prudence. Because none of us can get rid of it.

Greed, selfishness and a humiliating habit regard land as property or the main means to acquire property and scenery.

Destroyed, farming became as low as ours, and farmers lived the most humiliating life. He understands nature, just like

Robbers all know. Cato said that the interests of agriculture are particularly pious and upright (Maximek pius

Quaestus), according to Hugh Luo, people in ancient Rome "called Mother Earth and Israel the same name, and they thought they were engaged in farming.

People live a pious and useful life, and only they are followers of Saturnalia. "

We often forget that the sun shines on the fields we cultivate, grasslands and forests, and they are equally commensurate.

Yes They all reflect and absorb its light, and the former is only a small part of the picture it sees every day. Look at it.

Come on, the earth has been cultivated like a garden. Therefore, we accept its light and heat and its trust.

And generosity. What I value is the seeds of beans. What if Akita gets something? I have been looking at the vast fields for a long time.

The vast fields did not regard me as the main cultivator. It left me alone to meet a friend who sprinkled water on it to make it green.

Good influence. I don't harvest beans. Aren't some planted for groundhogs? ear of wheat

(Latin spica, ancient prose is speca, etymology spe means hope), which is not only the hope of farmers; Its nucleolus,

In other words, grain (the etymology of gerendo means production) is not the whole of its production. Well, I ... ...

How can crops fail? Shouldn't we be happy with the harvest of withered grass, because their seeds are the food of birds?

Whether the output of the earth is full of farmers' warehouses is a relatively small matter. Real farmers don't have to pay attention to color,

Just like those squirrels, they don't care if chestnuts will grow in the Woods this year. Real farmers work all day.

Does not require the raw products of the land to belong to him. In his view, he should not only contribute the first fruit, but also

Give him the last fruit.

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