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Village in September, in the dew gently wake up the sound of ticking. September night, the twilight like a pair of invisible hands, the water vapor in the autumn should wring. Thus, the dew on the leaves children, Motif, and Cao Jian on gather, and then slowly slide down. September, heavy dew, like the high density of mercury, landing sound, sound of a crash course sounds Suiyu splash. September in the light gray of the morning village was awakened.

A rustling sound of the door from the small farm house in the out come. Sound of a man's dress, women wash the sound, the dog see the owner, "bark" and beg for food sound, Cao Cao the magazine, one after another. Then, another set of animals stubborn tap sound car, when the roar of the motor launch, when the rattle when the door opening sound, from home to that house, Ran into a film. Then, the sound of human voice sound horse all together side street, and uniform of the ring out of the village. Wilderness Village in September, has a great temptation.

Way back in March in the morning, a woman cooking electrical supplies in the house, a man standing in the courtyard, through the budding branches have not yet made payable to watch the dry sky, the hearts of the study think that is down to the ground when it can rain in the spring? June morning, the men got up early, taking advantage of cool limited to the ground around and see several flower blossoms, peanuts and corn and overstating the sections? Sometimes, women also go to pull the weeds in the cropland, or hoe a hoe, to the crops loose bones.

Country road as the octopus angular east Yi Che, West stretched it out, meandering meandering lead in all directions at the antenna far as the urgent need to capture all the "prey." That is what they have planted seedlings, after rain moisture, sun bathing, tends the hands, this time, villages in September, the desire to harvest is brewing.

September is the season to give birth, plump mature plants on the wilderness, shy shy. Fruit trees, fruit capsules, with the Fengbai bouncing, bending the branches decorated; maize full full, drum bulging bulging, opened a package of "coat", exposing the golden grain; white peanuts hidden in the soil , just around the corner, as if the earth should crack the skin arch; And that soybean land, rolling leaves, a green, golden, color pigments, as has been painting in general, the autumn sun, a real "half-half-Jiang Jiang howling red" charm.

Men look up to the distance, standing in the boundless autumn air, the station became an autumn landscape. Man is the tree, the mountain man, a man's back pressure does not bend. However, men who are gentle enough to the north, especially the love home. They can not do without it a few acres of land, can not do without heat kang, can not do without his wife and children; even drifting away, restless heart restless, waiting for the call, come home soon embark on the road. The women are not afraid of the North Pazang tired, flexible waist can be straight curved, creeping forth in the crops the ground, pick up the harvest of happiness.

As the saying goes, "the child's own good, a good crop of others." Woman at her work, while to himself: "how do I look, the crops we always feel inferior to others home." "You see you again. To me to plant, and cream of the crop, do not believe you to see them. "man rebuke Road, heroic tone of the sky. Women are not words, and continued in the hands of the living. However, a moment to secretly sneak the adjacent ground, pulling a handful of peanuts, Douyi Dou, count, I feel like really great does not own full time, this exposed contented smile.

Day of September, giving the feeling of always short-lived, as if the front foot went out, the rear has been wholesale clothing dropped the night. West Ramp sunset sky, glowing red, not bright, like a round mirror. Men launch vehicle, a woman stopped the hands of the living, a look hazy in the dusk, not yet harvested crops, so a bit reluctantly.

September's night sky, deep and cool, this time the moon rose up yet. Courtyard of the trees, stands quietly to the weight of increasingly dark night; lights lit, and especially the next yard. Women hastily tidy bowl and chopsticks, move the stool, wrap pieces of thick clothes, sitting beside the bag of maize corn pile. Very quiet night in September, Qiuchong has stealth, Naruto has become extinct in autumn, and only when the woman opened bag of corn in the hands of the "thorn la" sound, and the golden corn bump threw out the sound. Men also came, her work, on one side and a woman to speak, to sum up this year's harvest, to plan tomorrow's manual labor. Unconsciously, your time goes by, the night was dark, cold night shift. Man stopped his hand and said: "break it, then get up early morrow also." Lights go out, Eqing, snoring sounds. The moon has quietly climbed up the hollow, Silverlit Zade, Yuet Wah, such as washing.

Silent night village, only children continue to dew on the leaves, Motif, and Cao Jian gently slide on, then they roar sounds, when to wait until tomorrow morning, then wake up the village in September.