Hakka boor

Chapter 27 Misty and Rainy Nanhua Lake, Unforgettable True Friendship

It's raining, and it's been raining since yesterday.The rain falls from the sky, connecting the sky and the earth, as if it also connects all the memories about the rain, romantic and warm, fresh and pleasant, walking quietly, light words, fresh air, rippling river water, Pleasant mood, as if it was yesterday, as if it is in front of you, there is a sweetness, a yearning, and a deep regret quietly growing and permeating in the chewing.

I am a southerner, and I have an indissoluble bond with the rain. The rain seems to be the entanglement in my heart. The rain is slowly getting wet and heavy, and it is so heavy that it can no longer be picked up. It will helplessly put everything wet on such a continuous rainy day, waiting for the sun, waiting for the sun to quietly put everything away without leaving a trace.

The rainy season came a few days earlier, and what A Ming said was right. People who built artificial rivers in the whole county started their holidays and could go home for the time being.

I am so happy that I can see Brother Pao so soon, God is really helping me, so that I can finally be relieved of the pain of lovesickness.Although the relationship with Brother Pao can only be sneaky, as long as I see him at any time, I will be very happy.

"Xiao Jun, how are you? Am I right?" A Ming also came to me at this time.

"It's just you ghost, you're right. I'm going to pack up and go back to grandma's house now. Do you want to go back?" I asked A Ming.

"Yeah, otherwise I wouldn't have come to you now. I'm going home to get some materials, and my master is going to help me to become a regular. You see, I brought all my master's rain gear for you to use. You have to thank me." Amin handed me an old tarpaulin umbrella.

This umbrella should have a lot of history, it is very old and heavy, but it is very practical.

"Thank you Brother Amin, you can think of me in everything." I said gratefully to Amin. Actually, I was worrying about not having any rain gear. Amin's appearance was really a timely help.

"Thank you, have you packed your luggage?" Amin is a smart ghost.

"Yes, it's actually just a few clothes and some tools I brought." I was eager to go home a long time ago and got ready.

"Bring it, I'll help you carry it." Amin reached out and grabbed my tool, and carried it on his shoulder.

"No, I'll do it myself." I was embarrassed to ask Amin for help.

"You still meet me like this, why are you being polite?" Amin snatched it away.

I am not as strong as Amin, so I have to follow him.I am carrying an old schoolbag, which contains a few changes of clothes.

Following A Ming, I immediately recalled the first time I met Brother Pao. It was also a season of light rain, and he was rushing to carry my heavy luggage.

The sound of the rain is gradually thinning out, as if suddenly there are many birds singing, chirping, melodious and melodious, the rain in my heart seems to have gradually stopped, yes, a person's inner world should be the same as this nature Yes, whether it is a bright sun, a drizzle, or a storm, it is just a form of enriching life. Coming and going, the ebb and flow of the tide is nothing more than a natural thing.

"Amin, do you like rain?" I don't know if Amin has the same hobby as me.

"Yes, I like to take an umbrella and take a walk in the rain when it's raining lightly. I used to do this in school, but my classmates always laughed at me and called me an idiot." Amin said a little unconvinced.

"It's because they didn't appreciate the fun and atmosphere of walking in the rain. I like it as much as you do." I patted Amin on the shoulder, and it was rare to meet a bosom friend in the rain.

"Xiaojun, why do you like men too?" Amin asked me.

"I..." I couldn't answer for a while, how difficult it is to answer, I have liked mature men since I was a child, especially simple rural men with wild spirits.

My father is a rural worker and often runs in the countryside. My mother and I always say that he is a rural person, with dark skin, strong and stable, and honest. I have admired my father since I was a child, and even have sexual fantasies when I sleep at night .Especially when my father took a bath without clean underwear, and he asked me to take it for him, it was the first time I saw my father's tall and upright baby, and my second child also had reaction.But he was his father, and he ran away blushing.Fortunately, my father didn't find out, otherwise my face would be lost.From then on, I turned around when I saw a young woman.

After I finished speaking, Amin said "Oh" and fell silent.

The air is full of moisture, the milky white smoke is changing in the clouds, and the clear rain is inlaid between the green mountains and clear waters.There are lonely birds flying over the emerald green branches, looking for their own direction in the confused mist and rain.And I, without stopping, was also looking for my own direction.

Walking in the rain breeds wonderful leisure.Wherever the water flows, boundless sadness gurgles.The leaves in the mountains are falling silently, the pomegranates in the grass garden are still red, and the lotus in the lake is sleeping lonely.Perhaps, only at this time can I rest my steps and let my mind be peaceful.

In the season of silence, language loses its color.In the lonely years, Shanshui forgot his promise.

A Ming said: "I like my Chinese teacher, so I like to take Chinese class very much, and my grades are the best, especially the composition. The teacher also likes me very much. We only had a relationship once, and that was during the summer vacation. , The teacher was not at home, so the teacher asked me to go. It was the teacher who took the initiative. Later, for some reason, the teacher was locked up and criticized. I don’t know where he went. I still miss the relationship with him. "

As A Ming spoke, there were obvious tears in the corners of his eyes, but he still held back.

"Look, we've arrived at Nanhua Lake. Our home is on the other side of the lake. Now that it's raining and flooding, we can't take a boat. We have to walk around the lake, and we have to walk more than ten miles .But you can see beautiful scenery.” In order to hide himself, Amin told me about the geographical environment.

Yes, the smog is confused, the vast lake has no end in sight, and the green hills disappear silently.The cool wind blew, and the lake was filled with circles of spirals, and the rain fell on the lake, splashing shallow water.Green algae are scattered on the shore, quiet green, sedimentary green, flowing green, and the air is filled with the fragrance of green.

The wicker dances lightly in the wind, and its slender figure reflects the emerald green years gracefully.The wooden waterwheel squeaked and rotated tirelessly, repeating ancient songs.The water wheel played a very important role in the agricultural production at this time. In the dry season, the water in the lake was raised to irrigate the farmland. In the off season, its power could be used to drive the rice mill to grind the rice and the tofu from the mill. , The frying machine in the frying workshop.

"Look, that's Hanluoyan. It's the highest mountain here. It's a combination of 'precarious peaks, strange rocks, secluded caves, clear springs, and beautiful water'. It's all natural, not man-made. .It is raining now, and I will take you to see our paradise here when the weather clears." Amin pointed out to me those majestic and precipitous landscapes and strange rocks intertwined with mountains and rivers.

I have long heard that there are cliffs and waterfalls, secret cliffs, green pools like mirrors, green bamboos, shady trees, and charming natural beauty. If you have a chance, you must go and see it.But the beauty of the Nanhua Lake in front of me is also very good.

The ground is paved with pine needles and overgrown with green bamboos in the mountains. Many unknown wild flowers are scattered on the wet ground. When you step on it, your heart becomes soft.Colorful leaves, attractive fruits, crisp birdsong, gathering misty rain all over the sky, holding a colorful feast between heaven and earth, making loneliness bloom.

Watch the changing clouds drift away, see the sparkling water in the lake, and see the silky drizzle.The mountains in the distance are submerged in the sky, and the nearby mountains are emerald green, as well as the vast lake, the pines and cypresses on the cliffs and the clear streams in the valleys.Standing in such a dream-like fog and mist, how can we not marvel at the magic of the creator, what kind of charm is needed to create the pure spirit of all things?

When people walk in nature, they will be like tired birds, wanting to find their own nests.However, empty mountains and empty water, neither coast nor crossing, leaving nature, where to find pure truth and eternity?If Brother Pao and I could hide in such a deep mountain and old forest, the two of us would live a life of isolation, farming at sunrise and returning home at sunset.But in today's society, it is impossible to have such a peaceful world.

The way back is the way when I came, and it is not the way when I came, I can't remember it vaguely.I hope my comrade's road will not be so bumpy.

The rain and dew are strung into bead curtains and dripping from the branches, like crystals of clear hearts, wishing to be like talking elves.The dusk is low, and the waves in the lake are scattered.

I am just one of the countless walkers in the lake, no one needs to remember whether I have been here or not.It's just that the misty rain in the lake reminded me of the lost dream in my previous life, but in this life, I'm still walking through the dream.

"Xiaojun, we have arrived at the entrance of the village so soon, you can come to my house to play first." Amin invited me to his house to play.

"No, I'd better go back to see my grandma first, I miss her very much. I'll go to your house to play in the evening." My heart has already flown to Brother Pao.