2010年12月26日星期日

Cuckoo Sound

Cuckoo Sound

The most beautiful spring fields. March, the light rain in the ridge onto the soft but not muddy, like walking on the cream. The rake good, level, fills the water, quietly fattened in the paddy fields, departments and regions, such as a tofu is smooth, bright mirror like surface of one side. Father often walked in the fields full of hope on the walking pace, there is no leakage to look at paddy fields, or have run out of the ridge is not pulling and long grass? Or simply walking on it, and play on the other side of it sent from the field of wind. Cuckoo sound of this season is predictable, quietly sounded.
The most beautiful at this time of the seedling. Water fills the same seedling, seedlings Mu waist in the water diffuse, cuckoo sound of seedling leaves, in the eyes of his father, such as visual treasures, the becoming green, tender Misty, wind stretch. Wind drifting, a Tao Tao a, no nights to one inch high and long.
Cuckoo sound of a bomb is singing, is singing a warble, music is poetry, is the swallow's tail, such as the time of the scissors, passing his father's ears, brushed his father's dream garden.
Cuckoo sound, Cui Cui reminder, catalytic rain clouds several groups, on the shed in his father's heart is nurtured hope for rain, each drop is shining and working hard for a father to achieve the desired fragments.
Cuckoo sound, and promote and promote and promote, promote woke up lazy winter cattle.
Is a photograph of the most beautiful picture: at dawn, the mountains still in dense fog curled sleeping position, the fields are still yawning twilight, while the father has to catch a cattle whip into the paddy field, began Gonggeng the. Wake up sleepy village that swing cries of joy and together with the Cuckoo, is a bit of mud splashing, splashed trouser legs, and in through Qinliang over clothing, is full of the comfortable.
In such ease, it had cooked breakfast mother carrying her breakfast came on the field. She put both hands to a hot breakfast had a good rake fields, sitting on a small nap on the rake of the husband, and then went to hula underground fields. Handheld seedlings, the sound of the cuckoo rhythm stuck in seedlings. Her action was so crisp, and mouth but family gossip to the ladies and adjacent fields with each other crap, laughing with. Father sat on the stand at the edge of the rake, side dish taste the delicious breakfast, while intoxicated means listening to those Mighty language, tied to the side watching with satisfaction the cattle. The ox is a grass chewing satisfaction. Not far from the seedling, and is my primary school in the town, put back the busy holidays, is to help pull in the buried seedling. I like staying focused in class, and occasionally as naughty as the recess, I will pull out some of the seedling on a description of happiness in my mind the words.
Soon, a good field to insert. Cuckoo sound of rain and several reminders to let the seedlings in the field given root, and then gradually faded. The seedlings began to elongation growth, in his father's watch, in the mother's hope in their elongation growth. This is a spring and another spring days. A spring passage of another spring, and my spine has gradually grown tall, and after much back to his father to pick the rice heavy for me to make food in schools, and after much back, the father of my students harshly reviewed manual, I did not care. Until one day, suddenly found his father's spine a little bent, they would understand more earnestly hope that the parents not only elongation growth of seedlings, and me.

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