Rural women's life prose

After autumn sowing, the fields are as bare as skinned chickens, and there is no vitality. The leaves on the tree, like children who leave their mothers, are blown around by the wind and don't know where they belong. Only the red maple leaves all over the mountains are particularly dazzling and beautiful. The wild chrysanthemums on the mountain are yellow and overgrown, which can give people signs of life. Weeds on the roadside have been weathered by wind and frost, their leaves have withered and turned yellow, and some of them have gone with the wind, leaving only a stiff trunk, which is staggered by the wind, just like people who don't wear cotton-padded clothes in winter, and they are pitifully frozen, as if they don't have a trace of warmth.

After planting wheat, the men packed their bedrolls and went out in droves to look for jobs. They gradually hope that they can find a job as soon as possible when they go out, and it is light work, earning more money and making profits. I hope I can bring enough money back during the Spring Festival, have a good Spring Festival, earn enough tuition for my children and buy a new suit and new home appliances for the whole family.

Usually, there are only some old people and some women left in the village. They should take care of the elderly and children, do housework and do farm work in the fields. At present, it is necessary to turn over the autumn land and flood pickles and sauerkraut. They have to turn over the soil before the ground freezes, so they have a busy day. Get up before dawn, send the children to school, then feed the pigs and chickens, arrange everything, then work in the fields, come back to cook after work, and students have to eat when they come home from school. There is no leisure in one day, half a man and half a woman all day, and the wind comes and goes in the rain, and the wind blows and the sun shines, lacking the charm and charm of women. A beautiful face is as dry and rough as unwashed bark. Women in their thirties are as old as women in their forties. When they come back from work at night, they can't rest, dragging their heavy Shuang Yi legs. We have to feed pigs and chickens, and arrange for the elderly and children to sleep. When everything is arranged, the night is already deep. Then I wash my face and feet, lie in bed, thinking about what I will do tomorrow, what I have to deal with recently, whether my husband has eaten, whether my work is very tired, and whether I will betray myself when I go out. The more I think about it, the more I can't sleep. I picked up my cell phone or sent a message or called my husband for a while, asked him if he was cold and warm, and heard him say that they were working outside.

Most rural women live such a life. For a better family, the couple live together for less than two months a year. Every time I go to the market on the day of the party, I ride a bike or walk, looking at the young people on the road, men riding motorcycles, women sitting behind holding men's waist, looking at those young people holding hands, my heart is sour. Night is their hardest time. The winter night is so long. Looking at the wedding photos on the wall, watching the emotional films on TV, thinking about the scenes seen in the last episode, tears can't stop flowing downwards. The moving scenes on TV can only be realized in dreams, thinking about the east and the west, and I don't know when I can fall asleep.

They don't feel tired when they work, mainly tired. Only when they work can they forget all their troubles. Think of yourself as young, and this life is no different from widowhood. Their happiest time is around the Spring Festival every year, when their husbands come back from work and bring home all the expenses for the Spring Festival, and their children's tuition fees are settled. They can also help her do a lot of work and buy new clothes for the whole family. Besides new clothes, they also buy her a lot of cosmetics, handbags and jewelry. At night, someone accompanied him to tell the truth, lying in her husband's arms at night, playing coquetry and being extremely happy. Visiting relatives or going to the market during the Chinese New Year, I also learned to hold my husband's arm on TV, sit in the back seat of a motorcycle and hug my husband's waist to show off. He has a happy smile on his face. In just a few days, it's like a different person, and his face is red and moist, and he looks as charming as a ripe apple. Women's charm, coquettish and charm are all displayed incisively and vividly.

After the Lantern Festival, my husband carried a luggage roll and embarked on a new journey. She has resumed her single life and is looking forward to the New Year, year after year. This is the life of rural women.