Tell me about the children who walked out of the mountains.

Dashan is the root of Mount Tai. Simple and heavy, it is the humanities of hometown.

When I think of my first impression of the mountains, I still stay in the memory of my childhood.

I remember that every year when the solar term comes, it's just dawn in the morning and the rooster hasn't crowed yet. Mother has got up and started cooking breakfast, counting the tools for collecting wheat and preparing dry food for busy farming. At that time, I was still sleeping, and I could hear the voices and footsteps of outsiders on the fence. The wheels in the yard rolled out of the door in a hurry. At this time, my mother will park the cart at the street corner, go back to my room again, assign me the task of staying at home, then lock the door and leave in a hurry.

Only when there is no sound at home, I cover myself with a quilt for a while. After so long, I don't want to sleep, and my drowsiness has disappeared. Then get out of bed, get dressed, go to the kitchen and lift the lid. The bowl of steamed egg custard is still hot. I just got up and have no appetite to eat. Wash the pots and bowls quickly, wipe your face with clear water and climb to the second floor. Sitting on the stairs, staring at the opposite Xishan, the morning mist fills the air, and the mountain is connected with the sky, out of reach, just like the fields cultivated at the foot of the mountain, I always feel that adults have to push their cars far and far to get there.

When you grow up, when you are tired of playing at home, you will follow adults to play in the fields. At that time, the happiest thing was to be able to sit in the stroller, jump around and show off with my playmates. When I arrived in the field, the golden wheat field still exuded the moisture of morning fog, and the adults began to be busy harvesting, while I sat alone in the shade between the ridges, guarding the cart and playing with ants and insects. When you are hungry, eat the dry food your mother brings, and when you are thirsty, you will have tea.

If you are really tired of playing, you will imitate the action of adults cutting wheat, holding a bow and waving a sickle. If you are eager to try, as long as your mother in the field sees you, she will immediately come and stop you. The most gratifying thing is that the children from the neighbors will come, and we will run and chase in the wheat stubble fields in groups of three or five. Laughter and laughter will come from time to time in the wheat waves. We can't feel the heat of the summer sun at all, but we can always smell the unique smell of the breeze blowing through the wheat fields. When we are tired of playing, we will sit side by side on the edge of the dirt canal, holding our chins in our hands and looking at the blue sky against the distant mountains and white clouds. The towering mountains seem to be coming towards us slowly, no longer out of reach. Poetry and distance slowly take root in the hearts of friends.

In the wheat field, I am already half of the workforce in my family. When the wheat is cut, tied and loaded into the car, it will roll up and fill the cart that is not full. After all, he is a boy with great strength. My favorite compliment comes from my neighbor's mouth: Look at a child in a family who is only a teenager and can push a car to help the family. Now that I think about it, I was also a "child of other people's families", and my good mother would praise me, but she always said that I used brute force.

My mother also urges me from time to time: I must study hard in the future, or I will farm all my life. What I thought at that time was: farming is also very good. Compared with the school rules and boring study life, farming is at least a free and unrestrained way of life and work. Taihang Mountain in the sunset seems to understand my mind and become more colorful under the sunshine.

In high school, if my mother goes to the fields in the morning and wakes up my dream, I will lose my temper and complain about how to grow so much food for a few dollars. Every time my mother will say: anything is fine, and you will know that life is not easy in the future. Complaining comes back complaining. Seeing that my mother works so hard every day, I always want to do more work to alleviate her hard work. After working in the fields, I am much more skilled in farm work and seldom use brute force, so I know I can save my strength. Carrying wheat bags in May, harvesting corn stalks and loading corn in September, my mother's strength is obviously not as good as mine.

Agriculture depends on the weather. When farming is busy, neighbors compete to take all agricultural products home, followed by plowing and sowing wheat, which exhausted the farmers' body and mind. The summer sun is burning, and the old farmer who is directly exposed to the sun is sweating. The wheat stubble will deliberately make trouble and sneak into his clothes, which is itchy. When he reaches out and grabs it, his skin will turn red. After a short pause, I will think of the ancient poem I learned by heart when I was a child, "It is noon when weeding, and sweat drips down the soil, but every grain is hard."

When I carried bags of packaged corn upstairs to dry, sweat ran from my hair through my forehead and down my cheeks to the ground, like tears of God crying on a sunny day, dripping on the ground and banging. Inadvertently stung eyes, very painful, dripping into the corners of the mouth, licking the salty taste with the tip of the tongue. Looking at Xishan with her head sideways, she is no longer tall and far away, like an old man with her back to the loess, and her back is no longer as tall and majestic as when she was a child. Now I understand, what is the unique smell I smell in the fields?

Only when I went to college did I really understand the meaning of the sentence "From now on, there will be only winter and summer in my hometown, but no spring and autumn". After studying in the south for four years, I have returned to China only a handful of times, and I rarely see majestic mountains again. Students in the south, in particular, have never seen a mountain, thinking that the "Long Live Mountain" of tourist attractions is a mountain. As soon as I listen, I will snicker in my heart: this can also be called a mountain. Compared with my Taihang Mountain, this is not a small slope.

The farther the road goes, the more people you see. Every time I go home by bus, after winding mountain roads, the air becomes cool and trendy. In the busy farming season, you will smell the familiar countryside in the fields. The mountains outside the window are continuous, the mountains are steep and bottomless, and my hometown is getting closer and closer to me. I know that deep in the mountains, it is my hometown where I was born and raised. In the past, when reading newspapers and browsing mobile news, there was often a headline "Children in the Mountains".

I can't help smiling bitterly. I'm not. Sometimes I will tell my students that no matter whether your family is rich or poor, you can't be a frog in the well, broaden your horizons and enlarge the pattern. We are the children in the mountains reported in the newspaper. Take advantage of the good time of youth, strive to get out of the mountains, keep up with the times and pursue the life you want, instead of being a material giant or a spiritual dwarf. Don't forget to come back and see this hot land after many years. It is the root that breeds us and stores the soul of each of us.

The sunshine here is warm, the soil here is fertile and the people here are simple.

Nightmares awakened in the middle of the night will also be gently resolved by the mother:

Night dreams are ominous.

Write it on the western wall

As soon as the sun comes out

Turn into auspiciousness

This is the farthest field I have ever been and the nearest field I have ever walked; This is the farthest mountain I have ever seen and the closest mountain I have ever embraced. I don't often think of it and I will never forget it.

Qianshan, the more water, the more satisfied she is. There is no road that can't be measured with both feet, no hurdle that can't be crossed on foot, the heart can reach, and the road is high. I would like to be an old farmer in my life, and I would rather give up a hundred acres of fertile land and smile at you. I am willing to be a monk all my life, let go of my understanding and let people go home, and my life will be complete.