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The rural scenery is so beautiful

My hometown is Qianli Village, Wangcundian Township, Pingyuan County, Dezhou City, Shandong Province. There is a plain area with fertile yellow soil. They planted many crops that required a lot of land, instead of fruit trees that could produce big, sweet fruits even in the barren mountains. Because it is a pity to use such good land to plant fruit trees that can grow even in the cracks of rocks. So we planted crops, such as wheat, corn, and vegetables, in places with good soil quality; in places with sandy soil, we used cotton and watermelon in rotation. This can avoid water shortage in watermelons and aphid disease in cotton. They also planted corn and reeds on the side of the river embankment in the east of the village, which can not only harvest food but also prevent floods. It really kills two birds with one stone.

There are many things planted in my grandfather’s yard. Pumpkins are planted next to the south wall, and the melon vines have climbed to the roof in front. When it's time to harvest the pumpkins, you have to climb up to the roof; the luffa and bitter melon vines are planted on the west wall, and the melon vines are led around the yard by ropes. I couldn't finish the knotted loofah and bitter melon, and sometimes I would be hit on the head by a hanging melon when I walked carelessly. Grandpa would distribute them to the neighbors. Grandpa also planted eggplants, tomatoes, peppers in the yard... red, green, purple, long, round... This is simply a real-life version of "Country House"!

Grandpa’s house has three parts. The largest one is a newly built tile-roofed house; one is half-brick and half-dobe where pesticides and farm tools are stored; and the other is where the "grain head" is stored. This house is the oldest and is made entirely of adobe.

The most interesting thing about grandpa’s house is the bellows. There is a saying: "One person pulls the ballast head, and the other person fills the ballast head. Gudada, woudujiu." I believe that only people in the 1970s can understand "wudoudou" and "the ballast head." . Let’s not talk about what this is. Let’s look at the meaning of the sentence first. There are two “one persons”, and they must be doing something together. “One person pulls and shakes, and the other person fills the head of the ballast.” If you have common sense about rural life, just Got it - "Wu Dou Dou" is a rare old-fashioned hand-operated bellows (also called wind lift), and "矽子头" is a dried corn root that can be burned. Because earth stoves are used in the countryside, one person fills the stove with corn stalks, and the other pulls the bellows. "Gu da da, woo tremble" is the sound made by the bellows.

The bellows is a large wooden box as a whole. It looks simple, but it contains complex scientific principles. Let’s talk about the structure of the bellows; on the left side of the bellows - on the lower left side, there is a small piece of wood hanging in the air. It is outside the bellows and can only open outwards but not inwards. Its right side covers a small hole (air outlet) on the bellows. ), to its left is a larger hole in the stove; to the right of the bellows - in its lower right corner against the wall, there is a small square hole (air inlet), and there is a small wood chip in the square hole. This small wood chip only It can be opened inward but not outward. There is a small drawer above the front of the bellows to store spices. Underneath the small drawer is a pull rod. Part of the lever is in the box, connected to the "hair head" - a square wooden board wrapped with a coil of chicken feathers. The "hair" can move back and forth in the box and form a sealed space in front of it. When you pull the lever, the bellows starts to pump air in. The small wood chips on the right side of the bellows are blown up by the gas. The small wood chips on the left fall down and get stuck outside the bellows. The gas enters the bellows. When you push the lever, the bellows starts to blow air out. , at this time, the small wood chips on the right fell and got stuck in the bellows, while the small wood chips on the left were blown up. The wind entered the stove from here, and the fire burned brightly. There is also a hole in the stove, leading to another good thing - the fire pit. Whenever a fire is lit for cooking, the smoke and heat in the stove are discharged out of the house through the fire pit.

A heated bed is a large rectangular cube made of bricks or adobe that generates heat. In order to make full use of the heat, there is a winding flue under the kang. Smoke and heat pass back and forth in the channels under the kang, so that the kang is evenly heated, and then discharged outside the house through the chimney. In this way, cooking rice and kang can be done at the same time, which can save energy. There is also a burning hole at the bottom of the front of the kang, so that the kang can be heated independently.

The village is also very interesting. I fed pigs with other children in the village, and sometimes poked the pigs' fat butts with wooden sticks. When I went to herd sheep with them, we would chase sheep, catch sheep, and even ride on the backs of sheep. Watching cows eat grass is a bit disgusting. Cows' mouths are always chewing - they spit the grass they eat into their stomachs back into their mouths and chew it again. This is called "rumination", which is a way of digesting food. Why! It's so stomach-churning.

I also touched a black donkey without being kicked by it.

There are a few ducks swimming around boredly in the pond, and sometimes geese will come to join in the fun.

I almost did something bad once. Two kids and I climbed onto a cradle tractor. A girl about my age couldn't shake the handle, and another five-year-old boy couldn't even shake it. I shook it hard a few times, and the owner stopped the car as soon as the engine started to ignite. What a pity! It will probably start in a few seconds!

The village is surrounded by fields. To the north are large vegetable fields and fruit trees, to the east are watermelon fields, wheat fields and corn fields, to the south are pear trees, apple trees and wheat and corn rotation fields, and to the west are the highways into the city (Dezhou City) and large tracts, vast and endless. , the wheat field cannot be seen, the harvest must be good, it is a big granary. There is also a large cotton field in the north of the village. How many quilts can be made during the harvest!

May and June are the seasons when wheat matures. Wheat is sown in October every year and harvested in June of the following year. Corn is planted in the harvested wheat fields in June, and after the corn is harvested in October, wheat is planted in the ground. This is called "crop rotation". Cotton, which is abundant in Texas, is sown in March and harvested in summer and autumn. Cotton harvesting is not like harvesting corn and wheat, which can be done in one go. Instead, cotton is continuously harvested from the field after it blooms. This process will last for one or two months.

There is also a river to the east of my hometown village called Majia River. The river used to be very wide, and there were fish, shrimps, snails, and turtles in the river. For a time, the paper mills upstream of the river discharged sewage into the river, polluting the Majia River. The river water became black and smelly, and the fish and shrimps died. The flow of water in the Majia River has also become smaller. One of its tributaries has dried up and turned into a large dry ditch. What a pity for this little river! If it weren't for those paper mills, the ecological environment of the village would not have been harmed so much, and the tributary would not have been cut off. Just raising fish in the river can make a lot of money. "I picked up the sesame seeds and lost the watermelon"! pity! pity! Now, the water in the Majia River has become clear again after treatment! The waterfowl are back! Fish and shrimp are back! There are reeds by the river again, and green aquatic plants are growing in the water. I hope Majia River can regain its former vitality soon!

My hometown is covered with snow and silver in the winter; the greenery is thick in the summer; and the autumn is full of fruits and fragrant. But I have never seen spring in my hometown. If I have the chance, I will definitely go and see it and enjoy her spring!