In the early morning, the bright sunshine came to the door of the hut, the breeze blew, the branches swayed and the trembling leaves rustled, which made people feel comfortable and comfortable. Fang cheerfully advocated that her sister go out to meet them. Groups of birds come to care for their world, sometimes flying to the roof, and sometimes jumping to the trees covered with loquat fruits next to the hut. The crowd got excited, twittering, jumping, exulting, pecking at loquat and grabbing the bird food scattered on the ground by their owners. With their interest, Jason took good care of them, whistling at random for a while and humming folk songs for a while. Laugh with the birds and have fun with them. Comfortable and comfortable, really enviable, especially her peers.
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Jason is now over 70 years old. Mention her, countless admiration, made her particularly proud. Jason is not blind, deaf, fat or thin, with quick thinking, vigorous posture and clear speech. It seems that she can't wait to compete with young people.
Such Zhang Jie had a green heart at first.
On that day, I went to Jason's residence and inquired about the living conditions of the old people carefully and truly. When I came to the cabin, I noticed. Next to the hut, from near to far, is the vegetable field of the villagers. On that loquat tree, several birds are resting and pecking. Sister Zhang saw me and motioned, "Don't disturb them." Oh, I can see that Sister Zhang loves birds like children, especially birds. Zhang Jie winked at me and sat in the back room. I immediately turned around and quietly came to the back room. The back room is not big, but it is packed in an orderly way, and the furniture and daily necessities are placed in an orderly way. You can see at a glance that Jason is a neat person.
Seeing me coming, Sister Zhang warmly made me tea and took a stool to sit me down. After exchanging pleasantries with Zhang Jie, she talked to me openly about Kan Kan.
That was more than 20 years ago, my wife died of bone cancer, spent all her family savings, even mortgaged her house, but failed to save her life. In great pain, she died and said goodbye to Jason. In the following years, Jason lived in her daughter's house.
During my daughter's years in her home, the village has undergone earth-shaking changes.
With the rapid development of the reform and opening-up economy, every household is expanding on a large scale. When the old houses are completed, new houses will be built.
At this time, Zhang Jie was at a loss, unable to get her ideal land to build high-rise buildings like the villagers.
The establishment of high-rise buildings is crowded with each other, and the morning light and sunset glow are all in an instant. Some families rely on the shade to dry their clothes, and it is simply extravagant to want to be cool.
Everyone is paying attention to Jason, and she will have a foothold in the future. The village leaders asked Jason for advice, and Jason casually said, as long as you have a home and a place that you don't need much.
The land has come down, close to Zufen Mountain and far from the bustling area, with an area of about 50 square meters.
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Jason see here, the in the mind shabby for quite a while.
Soon, Jason built his own house on that land. The house is not so luxurious, there is no reason to occupy more land. It is just at its own height, one hand at a time, and the roof drops at a 45-degree angle. There is a kitchen, a bathroom, a bedroom and a living room, where you can set the table for dinner. The overall area, but also to vacate more than ten square meters, used to plant trees and flowers.
In the later days, Jason was fine, so she carefully built a poor family that others looked down upon.
First of all, Jason uprooted the overgrown weeds in the front and back of the house, put the rocky soil and sundries in order, and finally picked up the good soil in the distance to pave the way.
After all, tired Jason is an old woman. When I was young, I didn't have a home. I gave all my possessions to cure my wife's illness. "At that time, I was 60 years old and had to start from scratch. The more tired, the more I miss my wife. It would be great if my wife were here. I'm tired, even if he pours me a glass of water. If he is here, even if he started from scratch, it is a kind of happiness to have a companion around him! Without a wife, the day is like night, the weather is like rain, everything is fine, and you have to rely on yourself. "
Strong Jason, while working, reading and thinking.
After a period of time, the house was renovated and the prototype appeared. Next, Sister Zhang plans to plant some saplings.
Sister Zhang designed to plant an ornamental peach tree in the left front corner of the house. Presumably, when the peach blossoms in bloom in spring, it will set off the hut and bring vitality. In the right front corner of the house, there is a loquat tree, because every family in the village has this kind of tree, and the fruit produced at that time is also a sense of harvest. A pear tree was planted in front of the gate. The white flowers on the pear tree are so attractive and full of emotion. Plant a citrus tree in the back of the house, and the citrus will mature in autumn with rich scenery. That's settled.
According to this plan and idea, Jason went to South China Academy of Agriculture and Forestry to buy these saplings for planting. It is better to cultivate, fertilize, weed and prune carefully. Instead of playing mahjong, it is better to take pleasure in labor, take reality as an ideal, and look at the long-term from now on, old-fashioned.
Zhang Jie said that labor has reduced her thinking, quiet and simple, with trees and flowers everywhere, and her body has never been different. Why not?
One year has passed, three years have passed, and her family has made great achievements.
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Just then, when I got to the door, the peach blossoms had fallen. Happy Jason still improvises: "I don't know where to go." Afterwards, she looked at me. "Peach blossoms still smile at the spring breeze." When I finished writing, Jason liked it very much. "Why don't you come to me earlier, and we'll just sing poems about flowers together." Zhang Jie pointed to the peach tree, showing unspeakable sadness in her brow, but she said with great interest that when she was in bloom, she should listen to bloom's voice and enjoy the flowers. It turns out that the flowers are not idle, but still busy. Looking at the whole process, my heart welcomes the morning dew with the flowers, which means picking up thin clouds to send the sunset glow. She pinned all her energy on bloom's flowers. Isn't this a typical paradise? In the past few years, Sister Zhang has had many dreams about flowers, thinking about how good it would be if her wife were still alive. She loved flowers before her death. We can enjoy flowers, sing, write flowers and draw flowers at will. Sister Zhang misses her wife deeply. Flowers are similar year after year, but people are different year after year!
Jason is full of poetry and elegance. It is said that Jason was an old secondary school student before the Cultural Revolution. No wonder her behavior is deeply influenced by culture. Almost embarrassed me. Chatting with Jason, the old man's face was gratified, and my heart was moved. Really, I admire such an optimistic life, and I admire the tolerance and generosity of the elderly in their pursuit.
Immediately, Jason pointed to the pear tree, and I blurted out excitedly: "It's like a strong wind in spring, which blows at night." Jason immediately took the next sentence: "The petals of 10,000 pear trees have been blown away." A conversation, I laughed my head off, how comfortable! That word is full of rich spring scenery. Sister Zhang introduced me cheerfully that pear trees are more attractive, especially in the drizzle. The moist petals are white and elegant, and the petals are pink and tender, charming but not charming. "The pear garden melts the moon, and the catkin pool is breezy." Zhang Jie saw me go, full of poetry and beautiful sentences, which made me crazy. Yes! I only hope that Sister Zhang's life can be quiet and peaceful.
The flowering period of pear flowers is usually about half a month. It can be seen that in the days when peaches and plums are fragrant, Sister Zhang smells the flowers and remembers the past, watching the green leaves greet guests and send them off, listening to birds singing and singing poems, enjoying life and dressing herself up. When I was in bloom, I couldn't pick them, so I sent them away. As long as I see bloom, my heart will be filled with emotion. Although I am old, when I saw bloom, I seemed to be ten years younger.
Sister Zhang is very emotional, and I am fascinated by her eloquence.
What makes my mouth water is that when loquat is ripe, those birds fly down from the branches in droves, scrambling to peck. Sometimes, she just lies in bed and watches, leaving them alone and having fun. When we are full, we will fly to the roof to quarrel. This situation makes people stunned. Just making people laugh is not enough.
Yes, there are sparrows in Zhang Jie's hometown in winter, swallows in spring, cuckoos in summer and songbirds in autumn. These birds, under the care of Jason, are also human beings, and they are grateful to return that true feeling. No wonder I asked Zhang Jie, what are you doing? "Keep company with birds."
In Huang Chengcheng, oranges come one after another in autumn. Sister Zhang said that every winter, when cake fertilizer is applied and pruned,' citrus' is big and sweet, which is better than others. Mature citrus is not only ornamental, but also sweet and full. Others praised her for her professional training. Everyone often comes to have a taste.
In fact, it is more appreciation of autumn, a portrait of autumn, and a microcosm of autumn. You can see every bit of autumn at home. Late autumn, Mid-Autumn Festival and autumn are all here. "Citrus saplings are still rich in winter, covered with green, decorating my hut and full of vitality. It is like a living sketch, placed in front of my window, so that I can enjoy it to my heart's content, and daydream and artistic conception coexist. Autumn harvest is more of a mood. Looking at them, I always feel that my life is worthwhile. "
Some hard work, some fatigue, all the way to pay, all the way sweet. Sister Zhang said: "Thanks to my efforts to plant them, now it is harvest and enjoyment. It is absolutely true that you are not interested in your age, and you are diligent in writing about your gains. "
Jason still wanting more, looking at a happy smiling face, there are more words to say.
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Listening to the rain and watching the snow is Jason's greater pleasure.
Sister Zhang said that my house is small, with high terrain and transparent all around. On rainy days, my cabin never leaks rain. The sound of rain dripping on my window, dripping on the branches, tinkling like drums, rapid and soothing, leaving it alone, I feel safe and have no sense of crisis.
On a snowy day, I can see the whole picture from my window, surrounded by snow. Trees and branches are proudly covered with snowflakes, hung with ice and bent branches, nourishing their bones and absorbing the nutrients of winter snow. They will be decorated as tall as trees next spring.
In winter, the sun shines on the hut without shielding each other. Everyone comes here with their bedding to enjoy the cool. Pass the silent warmth of the heart.
The vegetable field in front of the house is like spring all the year round, and the villagers have worked hard to grow a good harvest.
Jason's conversation made me listen to you for a long time. A word with you is better than ten years' study.
Sister Zhang has gone through many years, and pride is her symbol.
How many people younger than her are addicted to boredom all day, wasting time and ruining their lives. However, Sister Zhang, from the later years of her life, shines with charming youth.
Today's Jason, the village has handled social security and medical insurance for her, and has also implemented the one-child reward and assistance policy, so that the elderly can rest in peace.
Sister Zhang's green home depends more on that kind of green mentality and green life. May the clouds in the hut always be there and flowers everywhere.
Sister Zhang is not poor, and her spiritual value is far greater than the gold value of that year.