Village Charm
Wind is the soul of a native village.
Village wind, do not like always stay in one fixed place, but like all day long like a ghost wandering around freely, sometimes north and sometimes south, sometimes to the East suddenly West Village tail end of the village, the slope before the Au , the field valley, the mountains green, it should be a visit to the tour, swing a swing, look, look. Where it is wandering, where you can feel the atmosphere of the countryside.
From years of living and working in the country's sake, country fared very familiar with the wind and my familiar, too familiar Like the lines on my palm, stud tenderness spread to my whole body; also like the yellow earth under my feet the same can be aware of her voice and face with closed eyes. Civil use, strong like wine, the wind Every time I see my country, and I am very affectionate.
Of course, and everything else, the wind is also a village temper. Different season, different seasons, different places, the wind is also radically different temperament, and even different. If the spring, the wind is like a village only a yellow dog chasing its tail, a soft warm tongue out, what about licking my hand, pulling my clothes, how to drive also go away. If the summer, the chill wind blowing in a Unit, with the unique mountain atmosphere, with very hot the flowers and touch my face, my heart and spleen infiltration, and my heart ah sweet than his mouth a piece of candy still do. If the fall, the wind will have a taste of the crops mature, and that faint mellow, like a child to the street porter, wine accidentally spilled all the way, some people vaguely intoxicated. If the winter, the wind wrapped in snow, "the north wind that blows snow drift ... that ..." the wind in the snow like so many of the jade butterfly flapping its wings, gently every now and then, then, that is not the same.
Because of the wind's sake, many villages could not be more normal ordinary things, the wind bound into a book page after page, there will be some poetic. You see, that the evening breeze of smoke, filled the village, Nana curl, Tingting Li Li, and how it all as one country girls in the stunning grace Qinggemanwu as transparent as youthful, gentle like spring flowers, laughter Ying Ying in, I do not know how many people caught the heart ah! Which you look at the front of the pond water, no wind when it is so calm, like a possession in the country girls in purdah, timid, and afraid to see people; but the wind blows, they float to the surface layers microwave, then waves or light blue, or blue, or grass green, or dark green, or green in with the blue, or blue with green, then a sparkling pool ah, like a beautiful village girl's eyes, water Lingling, each one are in the teaser. There are those leaves in the autumn wind, a gust of wind came, like a beautiful elf, flutters down from the front, and a gust of wind to go, the sky flying like sprites lightly, as there are only so many golden butterflies, busy Busy mediocre, and gathered together, as if a grand opening party, surprise, the wind in the leaves, had so beautiful!
Wind is the country's roots, is the country's most enduring the vicissitudes of life. Speaking of rural wind, reminds me of two things. The first was when I was in the Red Rock Town government. Government has a female cadre, had a son, are a year old, but also quick as a newly born, it was a pulled muscle does not skinny, not speak, do not walk. The mother of women cadres who came from the village government to see her, see it, that this child due to the wind, to to get outdoors for a ride. After her ride in the open air every day with children, a few days, the boy a long strong, and will speak, will walk. Women cadres who are wondering, asked her mother, her mother said the children see the wind long ah. The second is that there is One winter, the town government organized the town cadres vigorously afforestation of barren hills around our trees grown intensively, by the way my government has planted a tree in the yard camphor tree. Before planting, I under the feet of base fertilizer. A few years later, the trees are green mountains, tree camphor tree may be resistant to the wearer, the death is not alive. I asked the old secretary, the old secretary said that the lack of wind the tree, you need one place to another. I re-dug up the tree, planted in a well ventilated place, and sure enough, after a few years, tree camphor trees grown on non-fast become the town government in the unique landscape.
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