Suining Shipyama: Think of the straw stacks of childhood

At the time of the rice. The golden rice ears were bent with rice stalks and swayed with the wind, making the rice farmers happy.

The small windmills of gurgling and gurgling rotate, the car out of the golden and full particles of the car rang the heartstrings of the farmers;

In the memory, as the rice ears of rice in the village ended up, the father coordinated the labor force in the village to clean up the messy straw lying in the paddy field and tied it into a grass, stood above the fields; And pick up a cleaner, well -colored and soft straw alone to dry alone to thicken it on the winter bedboard, which is very warm.

After the straw is dried thoroughly, pick a few thick eucalyptus in the village, stack it up layer by layer from the ground. Within half a day, the code becomes a straw stack of about 7 or 8 meters high. It looks like a golden yellow mushroom. About half a month, a straw stack next to the village constitutes a unique landscape of the villages in the hometown.

As the temperature gradually turned cold, there were unknown bird calls and friends flying on the straw stacks, glowing, endless. The warm straw stacks have become a paradise for birds to gather and overwinter.

In winter, the weeds of the full slopes in the village withered, and the villagers spied their own cattle cultivated beef in front of the straw stack to let the cattle enjoy the food. Due to the whistling of the cold wind and the snow, they still chewed the straw full of autumn sunshine at ease, recalling the hard work over the past year. Some straws have become Chaihe for cooking at home. Despite the insufficient firepower, the cooked smoke still makes me feel warm.

Every weekend and winter vacation, straw stacks have become the paradise for my friends in the village. He sang and laughed, and from time to time, he was shocked and hid in the haystack. At that time, children in the countryside had no entertainment activities. They used straw as weapons. You chased me around the straw stack and rendered a different picture to the pure country.

In autumn, now, high -efficiency harvesters have replaced the rice handmade rice. The straw fell in the paddy field and let the time "interpret" into natural fertilizers. The destiny of the abandonment of straw shows the changes in the times, showing the steps of comprehensive rejuvenation in the countryside. Without the straw, the shadow of the straw stack in the village, but the straw stacks hidden in my heart were not sealed, and it was still like Huang Chengcheng and Jin Chancan ...

Pianshan Rong Media reporter Bu Kai

Part of the picture is provided by Kuangzhi

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