Chapter 5 Chapter Four

one In the summer, the wormwood grows to the waist of an adult, and the top of my head, and the yellow dog enters it, and there is no one to see. When the wind blows at night, the wormwood will rustle. Because the yard is full of wormwood, the noise is very loud, and groups of people will make a sound. When it rained, smoke was rising from the tips of the wormwood. The rain was not heavy, but if one looked at the wormwood, it seemed that the rain was heavy. When the drizzle fell, the wormwood became hazy, as if a thick fog had come, or as if the sky was about to change, as if it was a frosty morning, chaotic, and white smoke was steaming .

Windy and rainy, the yard is pretty desolate.Even on a sunny day, with the sun shining in the sky, the courtyard would still be desolate.There are no dazzling decorations, no traces of artificial settings, everything is left to its own accord, east as you like, east as you like, west as you like.If this can be done purely, the original scenery will be preserved.But no, what kind of scenery is this?There is a pile of rotten wood on the east side, and a mess of firewood on the west side.There is a large piece of old bricks lined up next to the left door, and a piece of sandy soil is drying by the right door.

The sandy soil was used by the cook to build the stove, and the soil after the stove was set up was thrown by the door.If you ask him what is the use?I don't think he knew either, but just forgot. As for the brick, I don't know what it is for. It has been placed for a long time, exposed to the wind and sun, and rained and watered by the rain.Anyway, bricks are not afraid of rain, so watering doesn't hinder anything.Then just water it, no one cares about it.In fact, you don't need to worry about it. It just so happens that the stove or the kang hole is broken, so you can use it.It's right in front of your eyes, just reach out, how convenient to use.But the stove doesn't always break down, and the kang holes are relatively solidly repaired.I don't know where to find such a good worker. It takes a year to repair the kang hole. It is repaired in August of the first year. It is not bad until August of the second year. Even in August of the second year, a plasterer is required. , The bricklayer came and chopped down the bricks one by one with an iron knife.So the pile of bricks in front of the door seems to be of little use for a year.Three or two years are still there.Probably there are always fewer and fewer places. The east family takes a piece to cushion the flower pot, and the west family moves one piece for what they are doing.Otherwise, if there are more and more swings, it will be bad, won't it slowly seal the door?

In fact, there are fewer and fewer bricks in front of the door.Don't use manual work, let it be, and after three years or two years, there will be nothing. But there are still.It is basking in the sun at the same time as that pile of dirt, it accompanies it, it accompanies it. In addition to this, there is also a broken vat thrown on the wall, and there is a broken jar next to the vat to accompany it squatting there.There was nothing on the bottom of the jar, only half of the jar was filled with rainwater. I shook the jar while holding it with my hands. There were many living creatures in the water, which would run up and down. They looked like fish but not fish, insects but not insects. I didn’t know them.Look at the barely standing, almost untenable, broken big vat, but there is nothing in that vat.In fact, it can't be said that it is inside, the stomach of this tank has already been broken.I can't talk about the inside and outside.Let's call it Cylinder for short!There is nothing on this cylinder, it is smooth and lovely, and it will make a sound when you clap it with your hands.When I was young, I always liked to go to the side to move it, and it would be a disaster if I moved it. There are countless woodworms under this tank.I was so scared that I ran away.The one who had run far away stood there and looked back, and after looking once, the woodworm ran around for a while and then returned to the bottom of the tank.

Why don't you just throw this tank away?Probably specialized in woodworms. Opposite to this vat, there is still a pig trough. The pig trough has been decayed, and I don't know how many years it has been kept.There are a lot of mushrooms growing on the bottom of the trough, they are dark, they are small mushrooms; it seems that they are probably not edible, and I don't know what to do with them. Next to the trough lay a rusty iron plowshare. Strange to say, everything in my house is in pairs, in pairs.There is no single one. When the bricks bask in the sun, they will be accompanied by soil.Where there are broken jars, there are broken vats.

Where there are pig troughs, there are iron plowshares.It's like they're all paired, married.And each has a new life sent to the world.For example, what looks like fish but not fish in the tank, woodworms under the big tank, mushrooms on the pig trough, etc. I don't know why, but the iron plowshare can't see any new life, but the whole body has rotted away.Nothing grows, nothing grows, everything is yellow and clear.It falls down as soon as you touch it with your hands. Although it is essentially iron, it has been reduced to today, and it is completely made of yellow mud, as if it is about to collapse.Compared with its companion, the wooden trough, it is really far behind, and I am ashamed.If this plowshare were a human being, he would definitely cry and cry: My physique is better than yours, why is it so weak today?

Not only does it itself weaken and turn yellow, but when it rains, the yellow pigment all over its body will flow to other people's bodies with the rain.Half of the pig trough had been stained yellow. The yellow water has been flowing for a long distance, and all the land it passes through are dyed brown by it. two My home is desolate. As soon as you enter the gate, there are three dilapidated houses on the east wall of the cave next to the gate, and there are still three dilapidated houses on the west wall of the cave next to the gate.In addition to a gate hole, it looks like seven rooms are connected in a row, and the appearance seems to be very mighty. The houses are tall and big, with thick wooden frames.The pillars are so thick that a child cannot hold them.They are all tile-roofed roofs, and there are perforated flowers made of tiles on the ridge of the roof. They are very beautiful when viewed against the sun.On the two ends of the ridge, there is a pigeon on one side, which is probably also made of tile.It doesn't move all the year round, just stops there.From the outside of the house, it doesn't seem bad.

But I see it as empty. The three rooms on the west side are used for food storage. There is not much food, but there are swarms of rats. A mouse bites a hole under the grain silo, and the whole family of the mouse is eating grain.Mice eat below, and sparrows eat above.The whole house smells like earth.The windows were broken and nailed up with boards, and the door was also broken, trembling every time it was opened. The three rooms on the west wall of the door are rented to a family that raises pigs.There is nothing else inside or outside the house, they are all pigs.Big pig and small pig, pig trough, pig food.The people who come and go are also pig dealers, and even the house and people make the smell very bad.

Speaking of which, that family didn't raise many pigs, not more than ten or eight.At dusk, the sound of the pig calling can be heard from far and near.Hitting the pig trough and knocking on the shed.Called a few times and stopped for a while.The voice rose and fell, in the majestic air of the evening, as if to say that life in his family was very lonely. In addition to this series of seven houses, there are six huts, three huts, and three mill huts. The three mill rooms are rented together to the pig farmer because it is near the pig farmer. The three dilapidated thatched houses are on the southwest corner of the yard. This house runs so far alone, lonely, rough, and standing there crookedly.

There is moss growing on the grass on the roof. From a distance, it is green and very beautiful.When it rains, mushrooms grow on the roof, and people go to the house to pick mushrooms, just like going up the mountain to pick mushrooms, and they pick a lot.There are very few roofs that produce mushrooms like this. There are about 30 houses in my house, and the rest will not produce mushrooms. There is no one who is not envious, and they all say: These mushrooms are fresh, but they are no better than those dried mushrooms. If you kill a chicken and fry them, it will be delicious. Stir-fried tofu with mushrooms, ah, so fresh!

The mushrooms after the rain are more tender than the chicken. Stir-fried chicken with mushrooms, eat mushrooms instead of chicken. Underneath the mushrooms, eat the soup and forget the noodles. After eating this mushroom, it's strange not to forget the last name. With steamed mushrooms and shredded ginger, you can eat eight bowls of dried millet rice. Don't underestimate this mushroom, it's a windfall! Those envious people who lived in the same courtyard hated themselves for not living in that thatched cottage.If I knew that I rented a house and even rented mushrooms together, I would have to rent that house.There is such a good thing in the world, renting a house and bringing mushrooms.So I sighed with emotion and sighed with each other. Besides, standing on the room and picking, among so many eyes, it is really an honorable job.So I started to pick slowly. Originally, I could finish picking a bag of cigarettes, but it took me half a meal.At the same time, I deliberately chose a few big ones, threw them down from the roof proudly, and said at the same time: Look, have you ever seen such a clean mushroom?The mistake is that this roof and that roof can grow such good mushrooms. The ones below couldn't see exactly how big the mushrooms were on the roof. They thought they were all that big, so they were even more amazed.Hurry up and bend down to pick it up, bring it home, at dinner time, the tofu seller will come, spend two hundred yuan to pick up some tofu, and burn the mushrooms. But the one on the roof, because of his pride, forgot that the roof was not strong in many places, and holes had been exposed. If he was not careful, his feet fell down, and when he pulled his feet out, the shoes on his feet disappeared. up. The shoes fell from the roof and fell into the pot. The pot was filled with boiling water, and the shoes were boiled in the boiling water.The person who leaked the vermicelli by the side of the pot looked more and more interesting, and felt more amusing. The shoe rolled and turned over in the boiling water, and some mud rolled down from the sole of the shoe, making the vermicelli that leaked yellow and flickering.But they still didn't take the shoes out of the pot. They said that the vermicelli was for sale anyway, and they didn't eat it for themselves. Although the roof grows mushrooms, it cannot shelter from the rain. When it rains, the whole house looks like a small pitcher.Touch this is wet, touch that is wet. Fortunately, the people who live here are rough people. There was a child named Tiezi with crooked nose and staring eyes.He holds a shovel in his hand all day long and cuts down a long slot. What are he cutting?People who are new to this room can't see clearly, because they don't know what is going on in this steamy room.If you look closely, you can see that he is cutting potatoes.The trough was full of potatoes. This thatched cottage is leased to a powder room.The people who leak powder are rough people, they don’t have good shoes and socks, they don’t have good luggage, they’re like little pigs one by one, living in this house is pretty good, if they live in a good house, they’re afraid that it’s going to be ruined .What's more, every time it rains, there are mushrooms to eat. People in this powder room eat mushrooms, and they always mix mushrooms and powder together, such as fried mushroom powder, stewed mushroom powder, and boiled mushroom powder.Those without soup are called stir-frying, those with soup are called boiled, and those with less soup are called stewed. When they are ready, they often bring a big bowl to give to grandpa.As soon as the child with the crooked nose and staring eyes left, the grandfather said: This is not edible, if you eat something poisonous, you will die. But the people in the powder room have never eaten to death, and they are singing songs every day, leaking powder. A shelf several feet high was set up in front of the door of the powder room, and shiny white powder hung on it like a waterfall. While hanging powder, they also sang.When the vermicelli was dried, they sang while collecting the vermicelli.That singing is not the joy I get from work, it seems to be smiling with tears in my eyes. Accept it, you say my life is a pity, but I don't care.You look very dangerous, but I think I am proud of it.How about not being proud?Life is more bitter than happy. The singing in the powder room was like a red flower blooming on the wall.The brighter it is, the more desolate it feels. The fifteenth day of the first lunar month is the first month, Every household hangs red lights. The husbands of the family are reunited, Meng Jiangnu's husband went to build the Great Wall. As long as it is a sunny day and the fans hang up, the song can be heard.Because the thatched cottage is on the southwest corner, the sound is far away.Occasionally, there are also women's voices singing the fifth watch. The thatched house was really failing. Every time there was a heavy rain, an extra pillar would be added to the north end of the thatched house. There were already seven or eight pillars, but the house still tilted to the north every day.The more crooked it became, the more I saw it and I was afraid, afraid that if I passed by that side, the house would just fall down and press on me.The house was really out of shape, the windows were originally square, but they were crooked and turned into diamond shapes.The door was too askew to close.The big watchdog on the wall jumped out to one side as if it was about to fall.The main beam on the ridge was moving northward day by day, and its tenons had been pulled out, freed from other people's restraints, and it started to act alone.The rafters nailed to the ridge of the house, those who could follow it, followed it to the north along the river; The heads of the people in the room hang down, because the other end is pressed outside the eaves, so they can't fall off, they just hang down steadily. I went into the powder room once and wanted to see how the powder leaked.But I didn't dare to look carefully, I was afraid that the head of the rafter would fall and hit me. Whenever the wind blows, the house will rattle, rattle, horse beams, door frames, and window frames. Once it rained, there was another chirping sound. Even if it is not windy or rainy, it will still make noise at night, because in the dead of night, everything will sing together, not to mention the house that is supposed to make noise, how can it not. With it the loudest.The sound of other things is because you listen to it with all your heart, and even if you can hear it, it is very faint and not very reliable.Perhaps it is an illusion caused by a person's tinnitus, such as cats, dogs, bugs, etc., because they are living beings. Has anyone ever heard that a house can bark at night, someone's house can bark, like a living thing, crackling, with infinite weight.Often wakes up those who sleep in the house. The person who was awakened turned over and said: The house is gone again. It was so vivid, listening to him say this, it seemed like the house was about to be moved. The house was about to be moved, why didn't the person sleeping in it get up, he couldn't get up, he turned over and fell asleep again. The people who live here are not wary of the fact that the house is about to collapse, as if they already have a blood relationship and are very trustworthy. It seems that once the room collapses, it won't crush them, just like if it does, it won't crush them to death. There is absolutely no danger to their lives.I don't know where these people's overconfidence comes from. Maybe the people living in that house are made of iron instead of flesh.Otherwise, they are all death squads, and their lives are ignored. If not, why are you so brave?Life and death are not afraid. It would be wrong to say that they are not afraid of life and death. For example, when the vermicelli drying person was picking vermicelli from the pole, the pole fell and he would tremble.The vermicelli was broken and he hadn't hit it yet.He put away the vermicelli, he was still looking at the pole, he thought about it, and he said: Could it be The more he thought about it, the more he wondered why the powder was smashed and the person didn't hit it.He helped the pole up, stood there watching from a distance, and used his eyes to figure it out.The more unpredictable it becomes, the more terrifying it becomes. Oops!What if this falls on the head. It was unimaginable.So he touched the top of his head, he felt lucky, he should be more careful next time. Originally, the pole was not as thick as the rafters, but when he saw it, he was frightened. Every time he dried the vermicelli, he avoided the pole, even daring not to walk beside it.I always keep my eyes on it, and it took many days to forget about it. When it rained and thundered, he turned off the lights. They said that thunder beats the fire, and they were afraid that thunder would strike. When they crossed the river, they threw two copper coins into the river. It is said that the river is greedy and often drowns people. This proves that they who live in this rustling hut are also very timid, and live in this world with trepidation just like ordinary people. So since the house is about to collapse, why aren't they afraid? According to the old Zhaotou who sells steamed buns: Is this what they want? According to the wry-nosed, staring kid in the powder room: This is a house, and it's not about marrying a daughter-in-law and asking her to be upright. According to two young gentlemen from the Zhou family who lived in the same courtyard: This house couldn't be more suitable for rough people like them. According to the second uncle of my family: It's because they are greedy for cheap, there are many good houses in Hulan City, why don't they move?People in a good house ask for rent, unlike our house, where ten catties or twenty catties of dry powder is delivered a year and the job is over, which is equivalent to living in vain.Your second uncle has no family members, if not, I would also find such a house to live in. The second uncle may be right. Grandpa had wanted to demolish that house a long time ago, and it was because of their several times of all persuasion that they stayed. As for whether the house will collapse in the future, or what kind of luck or misfortune will happen, everyone thinks this is too far away, so don't worry about it. three My yard is very desolate. There lived a few powder leakers, and a few pig farmers lived there.In the wing where the pigs were raised, there lived a grinder. The one who pulls the mill beats with a clapper all night. There are a few idlers in the pig raising family, and they often get together to sing Qin opera and play the huqin. The fan in the southwest corner happily sang "Sigh at Five Watches" on a sunny day. Although they are playing the huqin, playing clappers, and sighing at the fifth watch, they are not prosperous, they are not moving forward, it is not that they see the light, or hope for the light, none of these are true. They can't see what is bright, and they don't even know it at all. It's like the sun shining on the blind man's head, and the blind man can't see the sun, but the blind man feels really warm. They are this kind of people. They don't know where the light is, but they really feel the coldness on their bodies. They want to fight off the coldness, so sorrow comes. They were born by their parents without much hope, they just hoped to be fed and clothed warmly.But I can't eat enough, and I can't wear warm clothes. Rebellious, I accepted it. What happened along the way, but never in my life. The clapper beater in the mill usually beats louder and louder at night, and the more violently he beats, the more desolate the sound is.Because of his mere sonorous sound, there is no coherence. Four My yard is very desolate. In the small side room next to the powder room, there lived a family of drivers. That family liked to dance, and often played drums, drank and sang.The drumming usually didn't stop until midnight, and those who talked about immortals and ghosts would answer one-on-one with the two gods.Desolate, faint, I really don't know where this life is. The old lady in that family was sick all the year round, and the dancers danced for her. That family is the richest family in the yard, with three generations of old and young.The family style is clean and tidy, cautious, respectful brothers and friends, loving father and son.There are absolutely no idlers in the house.It's definitely not like the powder room and the mill where you can sing when you rap and cry when you talk.His house is always quiet.Jump God does not count. The old lady who was sick all the year round was a grandmother. She had two sons, the eldest son was a driver, and the second son was also a driver.Every son has a daughter-in-law.The eldest daughter-in-law is fat and in her fifties.The second daughter-in-law is thin and in her forties. In addition to these, the old lady also has two grandchildren, and the eldest grandson belongs to the second son.The second grandson belongs to the eldest son. Therefore, there was a little discord in his family, and there was a little incompatibility between the two daughters-in-law and sister-in-law, but it was not very clear.It's just that you and I know each other.A sister-in-law always feels that her brothers and daughters-in-law are a little unruly to her, or it may be because her son is older.Brothers and daughters-in-law always feel that sister-in-law is trying to oppress her, why should she want to oppress others?My son is small.There is no daughter-in-law to instigate, and she is angry when she sees others. The old lady has two sons and two grandsons, and she feels very satisfied.With neat hands, won't the family business be prosperous in the future?Needless to say anything else, just say that the strength to drive a cart is enough.Let's see who has four masters in the car, the one with the whip, and the one sitting on the tail of the car are all surnamed Hu, without a foreign surname.A pot of fire at home, father and son soldiers when going out. So although the old lady is sick all the year round, she is very optimistic, that is, it is fine to solve her doubts by dancing to the master or something.She felt that even if she was dead, she would have peace of mind, not to mention that she was still alive, and she could still see her sons busy. The daughters-in-law are also very kind to her, and they always spend a few dollars to dance for her every now and then. Every time when the gods are performed, the old lady always sits on the kang, leans on the pillow, struggles to sit up, and tells the girls and daughters-in-law who came to watch the fun: This time it was my eldest daughter-in-law who made it up for me.Or this time it was my second daughter-in-law who made it up for me. She was very proud when she was talking, and she couldn't sit still while talking.She was suffering from paralysis, so she quickly recruited the wives to put her down.Let go of the effort of panting for a bag of cigarettes. None of the spectators did not say that the old lady was kind, and there was no one who did not say that the daughter-in-law was filial. So every time you dance to the master, people from far and near come, people from the east courtyard and west courtyard, as well as those from the front street and the back street. It's just that you can't reserve a seat in advance, and those who come early will have stools and Kang edges to sit on.If you come late, you have to stand. For a while, the filial piety of the Hu family was in the leading position, and it was rumored for a while that it became a role model for women. Not only women, but also men have to say: Lao Hu's family is prosperous, and his wealth will also be prosperous in the future. Timing, location, harmony of people, the most important thing is harmony of people.People are harmonious, even if the weather is bad.The geographical disadvantage is also beneficial. Let's see in the future, people driving carts today, in five years' time, they are not second-class households, but also third-class households. My second uncle said: Just look at it, in a few years there will be a herd of mules and horses.Don't look at people now only have a car. The discord between the eldest daughter-in-law and the second daughter-in-law in his family, although there was no new development, it never disappeared. The eldest grandson's daughter-in-law has a flushed face, capable and docile.People are neither fat nor thin, neither tall nor short, and when they speak, their voices are neither loud nor low.Just suitable for people like them. When the cart came back, he led the horse and went to the well to drink water.As soon as the chariots and horses leave, they feed the grass.Judging by her appearance, she does not do this kind of rough work, but she is not weaker than others in doing things, and she is not much worse than a man. Putting aside the things outside, let’s talk about the things in the house, you can take up everything, cut, cut, sew, mend, do it like that, although there is no silk, silk, silk or satin in his house, That is to say, coarse cloth clothes should also be made with four or six lines, flat and flat. When it comes to the New Year, no matter how busy you are, you have to take time to make a pair of flower shoes for your grandmother, your own mother-in-law, and your aunt-in-law.Although there is no good upper, let's say the green water cloth, it should be exquisite.Although there is no silk thread, cotton thread is used, but the color is worthy of the freshness of water. Grandma and mother-in-law's pair are embroidered with pink lotus flowers.The aunt's mother-in-law's pair is embroidered with peonies.The mother-in-law's pair is embroidered with simple and elegant green leaf orchids. When the grandson and daughter-in-law returned to her natal family, when people from her natal family asked how her husband's family was, she said that everything was fine, and that she must get rich in the future.How conscientious is the uncle, and how hard-working is the father-in-law.Grandma and mother-in-law are also good, and aunt-in-law is also good.There is nothing wrong with the in-laws.It's completely satisfactory, such an in-law's family is really hard to find. Although her husband also beat her, she said, why doesn't that man beat women?So I was satisfied and didn't think it was a defect. She gave the embroidered flower shoes to her grandmother and mother-in-law. She saw that she embroidered such beautiful flowers, and she felt infinitely ashamed of her grandson and daughter-in-law. It's hard for her.The grandma stretched out her hand and took the shoe. She really didn't know what to say, she just held the shoe lightly, with a pale face, smiling and nodding. This is such a good grandson-in-law.The second grandson's wife has also been ordered, but the second grandson is too young to marry for a while. The friction between the two sisters-in-law in her family was all because of the unmarried daughter-in-law. Her own mother-in-law proposed to take her over as a reunion daughter-in-law, but the aunt and mother-in-law did not advocate taking her over, saying that she was too young to do so. If you work, you can only eat for nothing. What good is there? Disputed for a long time, whether to come or not, has not yet been decided.The next time I dance the Great God for the old lady, by the way, I will ask the Daxian's family to talk about it. five My home is desolate. Before dawn, the rooster crowed first; before the sound of clappers in the mill behind stopped, the sky turned pale.As soon as the sky turned white, the crows came. I slept next to my grandfather. As soon as my grandfather woke up, I asked him to read a poem, and my grandfather read: I don't feel dawn when I sleep in spring, and I hear birds singing everywhere. The night comes wind and rain, Whispering Colour? In the spring, I woke up without knowing it. When I woke up, there were birds singing everywhere. I recalled the wind and rain last night, but I don’t know how many flowers fell this morning. It is something that must be said in every thought, this is my invitation. Grandpa was talking about poetry, and the old cook in my family got up. He was coughing, and he could hear it. He carried the bucket to the well to fetch water. The mouth of the well is far away from my house, and the rattling sound of the well rope as he shakes it can't be heard in the daytime, but in the early morning, it can be heard very clearly. The old cook finished picking water, but no one at home got up yet. The sound of the old cook scrubbing the pan can be heard.The old cook finished washing the pot and boiled a pot of washing water, but no one at home got up yet. My grandfather and I read poetry until the sun came out. grandfather said: get up. Read one more. grandfather said: It's worth reading one more song. So I recited one more song, and after the first recitation, I stopped counting and said to recite one more. Every morning is such a tangled noise.Once the door is opened, go to the yard.The courtyard is already covered with golden light, and the sun is scorching hot on the head.The sun is two feet high. My grandfather went to the chicken rack to put the chickens, and I followed there, and my grandfather went to the duck rack to put the ducks, and I followed behind. I followed my grandfather, and the big yellow dog followed me.I jumped, and the big yellow dog wagged its tail. The head of the big yellow dog is as big as a pot, and it is fat and round. I always want to ride it as a pony.Grandpa said he couldn't ride. But the big yellow dog likes me, and I love the big yellow dog. The chickens came out of the racks, and the ducks came out of the racks. They fluffed up and ran and squawked as soon as they came out, making a lot of noise. Grandpa sprinkled red sorghum grains on the ground, and sprinkled golden grains on the ground. So the sound of chickens pecking, clucking and clucking in groups. After feeding the chickens, I looked into the sky and saw that the sun was already three feet high. My grandfather and I went back to the house and set up a small table. My grandfather ate a bowl of rice soup and poured sugar; From the rice clumps, I will pack an ear of rice for me. When I came to pack rice, my socks and shoes were all wet. Grandpa asked the old cook to cook the rice for me. By the time the rice was cooked, I had eaten more than two bowls of rice and rice soup and poured sugar.The bag rice was brought, I ate one or two grains, and said it was not good, because I was full. So I took the steamed rice in my hand and went to the yard to feed the rhubarb. Rhubarb is the name of the big yellow dog. On the street, outside the wall, there are all kinds of voices hawking, selling tofu, steamed buns, and vegetables. The vegetable seller shouted, eggplant, cucumber, pods and shallots. One pick passed, and another pick came; this pick did not call eggplant, cucumber, but celery, leek, cabbage Although the streets are bustling, my house is still quiet. The yard is full of wormwood, and insects are screaming in the grass.The broken things were thrown away one by one. It seems that my house is calm because of the early morning, but it is not because my house has many houses, the yard is big, and there are few people. Even at noon, it was still quiet. Every autumn, among the wormwood, Polygonum flowers often bloom, so many dragonflies and butterflies are attracted to play on the desolate piece of wormwood.In this way, not only does it not feel prosperous, but it looks even more desolate and lonely.