It's the season of transplanting rice again.

In my hometown, Ningxia Hui Autonomous Region, it is the annual transplanting season.

At this time of year, it takes more than half a month to transplant rice seedlings from April 15 to May Day.

Thirty years ago, when I was ten years old and in the fourth grade of primary school, I followed the adults to bend over and transplant rice seedlings barefoot in the paddy field. Before I was ten years old, I didn't have to work in the fields, I just needed to stay at home and watch the house and play with my brother.

I remember, since the fifth and sixth grade, I have to go to the teacher's house to transplant rice every year. When I was in primary school, there was so much rice in my teacher's house, maybe dozens of acres. At that time, the primary school teacher knew how to use his privilege to let forty students in the class go to his house to transplant rice seedlings after school in the afternoon. When your own seedlings are finished, you have to give them to your relatives.

At that time, I was a little indignant, thinking that the seedlings at home had not been inserted yet! Why transplant seedlings to relatives' homes? But I just dare to be angry and dare not speak, cursing the unreasonable bad teacher in my heart, and watching others take the initiative to transplant rice to teachers' homes and relatives' homes, I can only plant rice against my will. At that time, I hated transplanting rice at a young age! I thought to myself, when can I leave these cold rice fields and stop transplanting rice seedlings?

In the third grade, every time it's transplanting season, I still transplant rice to the teacher's house endlessly. Some students have a good relationship and even transplant rice to their classmates' homes. There are more teachers in junior high school. Teachers who want six courses should transplant rice seedlings at home. Unlike primary schools, there are only Chinese and math teachers. In the third year, the rice planting season lasted for half a month. Every afternoon after school, I go barefoot, my pants are rolled up high, and I bend my aching waist to grow rice in the paddy field. Now think about it, how could I suffer so much at that time? Now, I am pampered, and I can't eat anything, even less than then.

I clearly remember that in the third year of junior high school, I was fifteen years old, just in my physiological period, but I still soaked barefoot in the cold rice fields for a week. At that time, I also knew some knowledge of physical hygiene, knowing that girls could not soak in cold water at that stage, but I still swallowed my words and went to the teacher's house to plant seedlings, fearing that my junior high school graduation would leave a bad influence on the teacher and that the teacher would make things difficult for me. Although I don't feel well, I'm still worried that the teacher will make things difficult for me. As a result, from then on, I got a rare skin disease. I suddenly got numerous pimples on my face, neck and arms. I saw a lot of Chinese medicine practitioners and drank bitter Chinese herbal medicines every day. It took me more than three months and a semester to cure my skin disease, leaving behind the sequelae of my skin disease.

From then on, when I was 15 years old, when it was sowing season, I never planted rice again, including not planting rice in my own home or relatives' home. I would rather offend all teachers and classmates. When transplanting rice, all their classes went out to transplant rice except me. I just didn't go It's no use telling me, and I didn't say why. I just asked them to isolate me. I would rather offend everyone by one person than transplant rice seedlings to teachers and classmates. At that time, it was only in the season of transplanting rice seedlings that it was really a good time for teachers and classmates to contact their feelings. It is also a good time for boys to take the initiative to transplant rice seedlings to girls' homes while telling stories and exchanging feelings.

After I was eighteen, I left home to study further. Since then, transplanting rice in the transplanting season, such a bitter day, such a bitter day full of laughter and laughter, has completely left me and completely disappeared in my life. ...

In this life, I will never transplant rice again in this life.

Nowadays, my parents and friends of the same age drop out of school early and go home, still continuing the farming method I used when I was young, or the farming method in the 1960s, or artificial farming, artificial seedling raising, artificial transplanting, artificial weeding or artificial harvesting. ...

I don't know if this is a progress of social civilization.

Or the degradation of production and lifestyle?