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The sky is high and the sun is far away, and the summer heat is unbearable. Even if it rained all night last night, it is nothing more than transferring the heat in the air to the ground, and then the heat of the earth is back to human beings.
Summer in Chongqing seems to have not yet arrived. The sun is not too harsh, but it is always covered by clouds, but the steaming heat never dissipates, entangled around me in a daze, and only dare to go out after 5:30 in the afternoon when the heat is slightly clear.
Whenever the lotus pond is in abundance, I will think of the ancient lotus pond in Baoding. I have heard this place name since the first day I entered the school, but I have never seen the flowers of the ancient lotus pond bloom once, because the flowers bloom in June and July, and I am either busy with final review or busy going home. Or busy planning the next trip. June in the age of reading always passed by in a blink of an eye.
Closely related to summer, apart from the white porcelain plum soup that I just went to Jiangnan, it is full of wind and lotus fragrance. But before seeing the first lotus this summer, the appearance of the ears hanging in the rice field is the first time today. The vehicle drove out of the city and then drove on the G348. The road gradually widened and the scenery gradually calmed down. When the window was opened, one could smell the fragrance of the rice fields, and the irritability before the start of work was gradually smoothed away. The breeze is blowing, the seedlings are full of green, and the ambiguous sunset and clouds make a little bit of light. The snails can be vaguely seen in the rice fields. It turns out that the “snails” and “noodles” in the snail noodles we often eat are childhood sweethearts.
The car drove into the village and navigated to “Rural Revitalization Building of Bajiaojing Village, Rongchang”. Although it is a rural road, the road condition is very good. I couldn’t wait to stop the car, and the puppy next to me couldn’t wait to bark at me. I didn’t have time to take care of it, but just looked at the lotus pond in front of me.
The lotus should have passed its heyday, but the lotus pods have ushered in the peak of “lotus” life, and each of them drooped their heads heavily. There is a young man from the edge of rivers and lakes beside him, he is a tenth-level lover of lotus pods, so naturally he will not miss the fruits waiting to be picked.
The plump lotus seeds are exposed a little bit on the lotus pod, just right to swear their maturity, and avoid the peeping eyes of birds and insects. When picking lotus pods, don’t pull out the lotus stems, otherwise you won’t be able to grow lotus roots, unless of course you want to eat lotus root strips.
I want to boast that Lian is a treasure all over her body and her whole life, and she seems to have no shortcomings. Compared with herself as a human being, she really has no strengths, and most of the time she seems so mediocre. But if we think about it, we should give more respect to busyness than talent, but we must also do our best to expect that our ordinary work will turn into nothing.
Passing by a house, grandpa and grandma are sitting in the yard, the locust tree has fallen, the leaves of the locust tree are densely covering the old couple, the big roosters are fighting, the ducklings are quacking, grandma is preparing to feed the pigs with pumpkins, grandpa Looking at her like this, the setting sun shines from the corner of her eye, and the cosmic romance is nothing more than that.
Going deeper into the lotus pond, there are shallow and gentle lotus ponds like terraced fields. There is no wind in the bay, but the lotus blossoms are in full bloom. There is an octagonal pavilion in the lotus field. I regret not bringing the qin. I feel the cosmic romance of the literati—playing the qin, enjoying the lotus, reciting poems and painting.
When you touch the lotus, she is generous and not stage-frightened. When you touch her petals, she responds to you with tenderness; when you touch the lotus leaf, she seems to have forgotten that she is a leaf. Think of yourself as a landscape independent of the flowers; when you touch the stems, the prickly touch reminds you not to play with them, but if you are a little tougher, the bumps on the stems will feel itchy to the touch.
The orange trees are at the highest point of the terraced fields, and there are strong tea trees and dense conifers and cypresses beside the fields. One or two small houses are hidden among them, so quiet that only the sound of birds and breathing can be heard. The weeds under the orange trees grow very deep, and it is estimated that they have not been taken care of since this spring. The countryside always attracts people like this but is abandoned by most people.
It was almost seven o’clock, and the smoke did not rise, as if it was a neglected boundary, which existed quietly.
It was the first time I saw passion fruit flowers on the side of the road and passion fruit growing on vines. Loofahs, cucumbers, green beans, lentils, and cowpeas on vines all have their own destinations. In the countryside at dusk, I actually feel When life is insignificant, achievements are in vain.
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