Story of Old Photos | Shadow of the Village

Village Photography/Niu Xiaodong

The same -year -old -fashioned fields, the grain that is similar at all year.

Entering the peaceful fields under the autumn sun, walking into a happy village after the wheat harvest.

Tianyu was unpredictable, and Lan was panicked. He accidentally crossed the eagle of the mountain beam and stirred the clouds that stayed over the village.

Skill the ears, the wind passes between the colorful leaves, and then gently falls like a feather.

Gu Xiang was flying away with the flying flying, and the sound of chickens and dogs was stunned.

The traversed crops are concerned about the farmers in their hometown. They know that the village is a tree, a person is a leaf, and the leaves fly away, and they can't go out of the care and sight of the tree.

Stay away from the hustle and bustle, my village just places the restless soul; takes off the layers of wrap and wash the lead, and is still a new baby in the village.

In the context of the loess, my poor and peaceful villages have dense houses and desperately grasping the roots of the mountains. Parents are like chickens in the soil, and they are greedy early. They don't have much extravagance. They are made in the guidance of farm proverbs and the changes in solar terms.

The golden corn, the red pepper, is the purest and most warm color of the village. After the green exit, they are the master of the village. Those once -lived crops were covered by the light.

The person who picked the water pasted his figure on the ground. The spring water seemed to be able to reach the tentacle, and even a cool feeling slipped from the tip of the tongue. The trees are wearing flower clothes, as if a woman waiting to marry stands at the village entrance.

Try to scree the woman from the dustpan, one, two, two, three ... I am afraid that one of them is leaked, just like retrieved the children they love, the straw hat who experiences the wind and frost, and can continue to cover the excess sunshine. And the dust that follows the crowd. At this moment, the earth fell asleep, and it was as peaceful as the mother of childbirth.

The cave -cutting cave -cutting of the mountains has long been stored in the winter of firewood, and those bright and four -shot agricultural tools retreated to rest and rest under the house or haystack.

Birds and birds are chirling, and they are in the houses and forests. They are also the elves of the village. The sadness and joy of singing the village witnessed the growth and rise and fall of a village.

The village is eternal, reincarnation, four seasons and cattle and sheep, as well as people who refuse to migrate. The colorful crops are all her.

We can't do without the village and the shadow of the village. In fact, it is inseparable from the crops and her long -lasting body temperature. (Author/Liu Ke)

Editor -in -chief/Qiao Caifeng

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