As long as I can remember, my parents have always been busy, and I don't know what I'm busy with, but I look very tired. Since I was in elementary school, I have gradually understood.
Since May Day Labor Day, every day with my parents to get up early to plow the land, at that time the family conditions are not good, there is no tractor, so our family's hero old cattle to play a full role, dad led the cattle to plow the ground little by little, my mother and I have to complete a series of work such as pit planing, watering, fertilization, sowing, filling pits and so on. Every day the chickens set off without singing, and at night after the sun sets, they continue to sow with the afterglow of the sunset, until they can't see clearly in the middle of the night. After experiencing daily frost, wind and sunshine accompanied by light rain, it took more than ten days to finally complete.
A few days later, the seedlings broke through the soil and grew strongly, but at the same time the vitality of the weeds was equally tenacious, so I began to weed the ground with my parents with a hoe, and I deeply realized that I was facing the loess with my back to the sky, sweating like rain, and I just after school, around three o'clock in the afternoon, the hottest period passed, and my parents were weeding in the field from morning to night, and they were several times or even ten times hotter than me.
From weeding several times to sealing the ridge, a few months later it will be October 1st, the beginning of the harvest season, but also the beginning of my nightmare, with the sickle to put the corn stalk down, feel like stepping in place no matter how to cut, slowly holding the sickle in your hand also began to numb unconscious, let the horizontal and vertical corn leaves scratch your face and arms, sweat has long been soaked through the hat. Sometimes I don't want to stand up to the sun at noon, so I rush out in the middle of the night when the moon is big, except for the dark.
After enduring a few days, I finally put it all down, but the nightmare officially began to "pick up the corn", one ear after another, and at the end of the day, I felt that I could not walk for two hundred meters.
The memory is that I got up at four o'clock in the morning, I went home at eight or nine o'clock in the evening until I couldn't see it, I endured the dampness of the dew in the morning, and my clothes would generally get wet in the morning, and I dried up until noon, which can be said to be a day that can pass through four seasons, and I can be busy for more than twenty days day after day.
This year I was just like an experience process, my parents paid a lot more, at that time the family conditions were not very good, the country's science and technology was not developed, all farmers were relying on diligent hands, step by step down-to-earth management of a small family.
When I was a child, I didn't understand why my parents couldn't make a lot of money and make the family better off. When I grew up, I realized that they had done their best. Now I am proud that I was born into a peasant family, because farming has always been the greatest profession.