Green cultural prose

Although I didn't go through any formalities, the courtyard of my eldest sister's house in the country has been my own since last year, which shows that people's self-interest is inevitable under any circumstances. Spring weekend, more than 30 miles of green wheat seedlings along the way, although moved, but only looked at the past in a hurry, thinking of rushing home to cultivate these dozens of square meters of their own green.

The so-called training actually happened mainly last year. The most sweaty thing is pulling the soil. There must be some soil. Find a tricycle, load it with soil, pull it back, then pour it in a bucket and divide the land equally. Every step seems easy, but it's actually very tiring. Maybe it's because I sweated a lot and didn't apply much fertilizer, but everything I planted grew well:

Although these four new kinds of grapes have no fruit, the seedlings are flourishing. A small Toona sinensis, unwilling to eat for a year, grew more than a foot a year. A quarter of Chinese chives have already changed from fine velvet grass at birth to wide and wide Ma Lian in recent days. But because there are too many peppers, I sent a lot to my neighbors and wasted some. Coupled with radish, root tuber and other seasonal vegetables, everything exceeded the expected harvest.

The land is still tens of square meters, and the type has not changed much this year. It will be much easier to farm again. This "save trouble" is only in terms of sweaty labor, and the "brain power" that can be spent should not be reduced by one point:

I have been paying attention to when the grape seedlings in the vineyard were dug up. The next day, I couldn't wait to dig out my four grapes and carefully tidy up the broken grape trellis last year. In addition, the bamboo roots planted on both sides of the grape trellis were picked up when digging a heating ditch in a park last winter, and tender bamboo shoots have grown this year. I hope it can be directly used as a grape trellis next year.

I bought half a bag of compound fertilizer on a long trip. It seems that this year's vegetable garden is full of nutrition. I went to the farmer's market three times, but I haven't seen the old man who has been selling rapeseed last year. Instead, I bought two red saplings, one crape myrtle seedling, and of course, common colors such as lemon, cordate telosma and arrow, which made the small garden seem a little crowded.

Conveniently find some broken bricks and pile them up to make a vegetable bed ridge, and divide the land into four parts on average, which is quite neat. The seeds bought by the eldest sister were sown smoothly, and the gray earth was waiting for the green harvest.

A month passed, and the bare yard was full of green vitality. Let's talk about the orchard nursery first: a lush vine is covered with six or seven fruits like hanging rice grains, giving people a desire to wait from sour to sweet. I dug a few poor mint roots from a strange flower-planting elder sister's house, and now clusters of leaves have grown. Pinch a few pieces and smell the cool oil. Lagerstroemia indica and red fruit have sprouted, but if they really blossom and bear fruit, I'm afraid we have to wait patiently. On the contrary, the roses planted last year recovered very early and shook shyly in the budding spring breeze. Maybe they will bloom that day. ……

Let's talk about the vegetable garden. The leek recovered from the severe winter has been harvested for the third season. Every time I remind you that there is my own leek in the dish, my family will eat more. This year's Toona sinensis tree, don't worry about dying. The tender leaves of the three places have become delicious before they grow up. The newly planted carrots grow fastest. First, it eats leaves. Today's radish is the thickness of thumb, and it has a unique taste when chewed with batter. Coriander is also very beautiful, tender, and I can't bear to pinch too much at a time. There were not many seeds when the roots were big, but now the seedlings are still too dense, so it seems that they need to be transplanted. According to the elder sister's suggestion, the pepper was changed to half pepper and half sweet pepper this year. Thin seedlings just broke out like needles. If you want to grow into persimmon-like sweet peppers, you have to ask the sun to take care of them. As for the cucumber that my sister insisted on growing, there are two real leaves. I don't know when it will become crisp and delicious. ……

Looking at this hard-working new green is not only a sense of self-confidence, but also a kind of leisure. The courtyard in the country is very quiet, and I feel a great peace hidden in this green barrier. In the afternoon, I squinted and sat on a small stool, feeling the touch of the sun on the green leaves, the care of the skin by the breeze and the purification of the soul by the air. This is really a long story. I called my nephew and talked about three sets. No matter whether I win or lose, I feel a sense of pleasure away from the hubbub, and experience a kind of tranquility of returning to nature and gaining enlightenment.

There is also a sound in silence, except for the friction of chess pieces, which is a chirping bird playing on a tall persimmon tree next door. Birds are mostly sparrows, and they are not afraid of people at all. They even jump around in the vegetable field a few meters away in front of you, hoping to be called the natural killer of pests. When you don't fly, you must distinguish carefully to see the fuzzy ink spots in the tender leaves, like the fruit that just sat down. If the poet stays here at this moment, will he revise his famous sentence?

Over the years, I have been paying close attention to the sound of water and birds. I hope that in this intoxication of nature, I can abandon the hubbub and tangle, find a pure nature, a natural life, unload more and more heavy bags, and become a pale green lotus in the pale green realm, floating in the waves of natural green. What a carefree pursuit of the city!

In the face of this green, there is even more reason to stay. You can sit in the evening, from sunset to moonlight, until the moonlight slowly floats on the window lattice. The whole body is infiltrated by the air dyed green, and the whole heart is slowly sipping the warmth of the spring, and the whole body and mind will melt in this thick green vitality. Even in my sleep at night, I often sit on my back and dye a vague dream into boundless green.

At dawn, I woke up early and saw the seedlings grow a little taller and the leaves spread a little. I can't bear to feel the morning dew of "no rain on the mountain road and wet clothes". I just stood quietly, listening to the rhythm of dewdrops, feeling the soft and dignified green, and enjoying the vigorous growth of this piece. Take advantage of the short leisure before the early bus comes, remember this green silhouette more, leave this green look more, and then reluctantly say goodbye and look forward to the next weekend.

Of course, you can believe that if you plant rapeseed, you will reap vegetables. If you leave hope, you must wait patiently. See you next time, this piece of green will be more lush. In hope, everything will be fine.

Text /Mubo