Even in the wilderness where ghosts can't pass, my mother would lock the door half a step away from the yurt.

The lock was big, heavy, and shiny, but the padlock's door latch was an old piece of iron wire twisted into the door frame.

My mother locked the door, started the motorcycle, turned around and instructed: "Saihu guards the house. Ugly looks at the ground. The chickens lay eggs well." Then she walked away.

Sai Hu, who was locked up, squeezed the dog's mouth out of the door and shouted angrily at her back. Chou Chou was inexplicably excited, chasing after the motorcycle, humming, humming, and running for a full kilometer before being scolded by my mother.

My mother is here to fetch water. The water canal at the entrance only comes with water for a few days during the irrigation period, and usually water can only be taken from the alkali drainage canal a few kilometers away. such a long way. Fortunately, there is such a good thing as a motorcycle.

She bikes to get water every morning, carrying two 20-liter plastic jugs each time.

I said, "How much gasoline do you have to burn? Expensive water."

My mother made a careful calculation: "It's not expensive, it's cheaper than mineral water."

Can the water of the alkali drainage canal be compared with mineral water? Salty and bitter. Better than no water though.

Such precious water is mainly used for cooking and washing dishes. The water that has been washed is used to mix food with chickens and ducks, and the rest is used for daily drinking by the whole family. If there is any remaining water, my mother washes her face.

Dirty clothes are stored, and the day when the canals run through is both a day of great joy and a day of great washing.

How much dirty laundry can there actually be? My mother usually...don't wear clothes much.

She said: "The weather is hot and dry, and a little bit of work will make you sweat. For example, if you hoe a piece of land, you will take off a piece of clothing. The sunflowers have also grown, and no one can see them with or without clothes on."

I was shocked: "If I bump into someone..."

She said, "Where did the people come from in the wild? The farming families do their own work, and no one will stop by. If someone really comes, it will be far away, and the tigers and the ugly will cry."

So all summer, she walked naked in the sunflower field with a shovel, tanned and blurred the boundaries with everything. The sun jumped between the leaves, and the soil underfoot gushed. She walked in the sunflower forest, like wading in the flood, trying her best not to float. The most powerful force of the earth is not the earthquake, but the growth of all things... She has no clothes, no shelter and no place to fall back on, and she is about to get lost and dizzy. As far as the eyes can see, the palms of the branches will open to her, offering treasures and holding flower buds. She stopped and waited, but the flower buds did not bloom. Before the appointment, the woman changed clothes after another in the deep boudoir, and she was unable to make her final decision. My mother greeted her naked and showed her sincerity. She weeds, thins seedlings, forks, and sprays medicine all day long, with great patience.

The days of watering are the longest. As soon as the gates were opened, the water rushed down, and the horizontal canals along the ground were like dominoes, one after another, flowing into the long and narrow ridges arranged vertically. Gradually, the water flow became slower and slower. My mother followed the flow of water slowly, digging a shovel at the stagnation, filling the gap of the running water with soil, and sealing up the geng ditches that were full of water. So vast land, so slender water veins. She accompanies almost every sunflower to drink fully. The huge root system deep in the ground sucked and squeaked, and the ground became more and more quiet. She looked up. The space between heaven and earth is empty, not even a breeze, not even a single piece of clothing. There are only plants left in the world, and only roads are left for plants. All roads are clear, all doors are wide open. The water trudges hard in the light, green light all the way to the top in the dark. That is the highest height water can reach on this earth - the height of a sunflower. This sunflower field is the last stop after these waters have traveled all over the earth. For three days and three nights, the entire sunflower field was soaked evenly, and the whole world was saturated. The woman in the depths of the flower buds made up her mind and chose a set of gorgeous clothes for the final appearance.

Upcoming. The earth was silent as never before. My mother was the only spectator, without an inch of thread, just stepping on a pair of rain boots. Her feet were wet and her whole body was shining. No one saw her again. With her rain boots on her feet, she could go anywhere, free, glorious, and powerful like a queen. She is the most powerful plant, and the shovel is the most precious scepter. A long, long time later, when she told me these things, I could still feel the light in her eyes, the photosynthesis that ran through her whole body in an uproar, and her patience and hope throughout her life.

The days when the canals were open were like Chinese New Years. Not only fed the sunflower field, but also washed all the clothes, and also washed the dogs. All the pots and pans in the house are filled with water. Fortunately, I have a large family, which can save a lot of gas money.

The ducks took the time to swim in those days, and they all turned into new ducks. Looking around, there are white clouds in the sky and ducks on the ground. These two are the brightest in the world.

About the place where the canal water flows, the water vapor is heavy, and the weather is getting warmer. When the water is passed for the second time, there are weeds on both sides of the canal. Apart from the canals, except for the farmland where the crops were born, the entire land is still desolate and rough.

Chickens love grass and enjoy it all day long. They walked one by one, holding hands behind their backs like a leader. I guess the world of the grass could be as big as the entire universe if it were all unfolded. Chickens are so obsessed, peeking here, pecking there. Sometimes he suddenly tilted his head to think for a long time, and then stayed on one foot like a chicken. It doesn't say anything no matter what it sees.

The sky is vast and wild, and the wind blows the grass and sees the reed chicken. The two dogs lay silently by the canal. Ducks peck and wash their feathers endlessly. In the wilderness, the little bit of anger gathered by a narrow canal is no less than the grand scene of all the big rivers, lakes, and oceans in the world.

In the face of all this, only the rabbit remained indifferent. After dividing up the rations for the day, they followed my mother into the sunflower field one by one. The sun goes down and I still don't go home. I seem to be busier than my mother. My mother said, "Rabbit, look! The water is coming!" No one turned their ears.

Water comes from upstream. There is a reservoir upstream. Said to be a reservoir, in fact, can only be regarded as a larger reservoir. Located two kilometers east of the wilderness, a dam was built on one side and a gate was built. It was extremely simple. But for those who have walked through the empty land for a long time, it is simply an adventure!

I have been there. Walking, walking, and suddenly bumped into each other. So much water is still in front, as if to the end of the world. There are no birds, no plants, and it is as empty as the wilderness. Just water, a big pool of bright water. Like a mirror, it spread out flat on the ground, reflecting the entire sky, and it was like an abyss under the sky.

This large pool of water has irrigated tens of thousands of acres of crops downstream, maintaining the survival of hundreds of millions of lives. But from this scene, it seems that it doesn't care what sunflowers are, and has never paid attention to the joy of tiger races, ugly ugly, ducks and chickens. It is intact and never changes. Rather than being lonely here, how embarrassing we and our sunflower fields are. We never really touched the heart of the world.

On the other side of the water, there is a white house in the distance. The lake is the end of the world, and there is the opposite side of the world. What kind of people will live there? Several times I wanted to go there to see it, but each time I walked around the water for a long time and couldn't get there.

Then I left. I often dream of the big water in the wilderness, of the white birds from the south hovering over the water for a long time, of the reeds standing still in the middle of the lake, but not once of the man who lives in the distant white house. When autumn came, our sunflower fields were golden and noisy, which woke me up from my dreams countless times, but never once woke me up from his hometown.

Even in the wilderness where ghosts can't pass, my mother would lock the door half a step away from the yurt.

The lock was big, heavy, and shiny, but the padlock's door latch was an old piece of iron wire twisted into the door frame.

My mother locked the door, started the motorcycle, turned around and instructed: "Saihu guards the house. Ugly looks at the ground. The chickens lay eggs well." Then she walked away.

Sai Hu, who was locked up, squeezed the dog's mouth out of the door and shouted angrily at her back. Chou Chou was inexplicably excited, chasing after the motorcycle, humming, humming, and running for a full kilometer before being scolded by my mother.

My mother is here to fetch water. The water canal at the entrance only comes with water for a few days during the irrigation period, and usually water can only be taken from the alkali drainage canal a few kilometers away. such a long way. Fortunately, there is such a good thing as a motorcycle.

She bikes to get water every morning, carrying two 20-liter plastic jugs each time.

I said, "How much gasoline do you have to burn? Expensive water."

My mother made a careful calculation: "It's not expensive, it's cheaper than mineral water."

Can the water of the alkali drainage canal be compared with mineral water? Salty and bitter. Better than no water though.

Such precious water is mainly used for cooking and washing dishes. The water that has been washed is used to mix food with chickens and ducks, and the rest is used for daily drinking by the whole family. If there is any remaining water, my mother washes her face.

Dirty clothes are stored, and the day when the canals run through is both a day of great joy and a day of great washing.

How much dirty laundry can there actually be? My mother usually...don't wear clothes much.

She said: "The weather is hot and dry, and a little bit of work will make you sweat. For example, if you hoe a piece of land, you will take off a piece of clothing. The sunflowers have also grown, and no one can see them with or without clothes on."

I was shocked: "If I bump into someone..."

She said, "Where did the people come from in the wild? The farming families do their own work, and no one will stop by. If someone really comes, it will be far away, and the tigers and the ugly will cry."

So all summer, she walked naked in the sunflower field with a shovel, tanned and blurred the boundaries with everything. The sun jumped between the leaves, and the soil underfoot gushed. She walked in the sunflower forest, like wading in the flood, trying her best not to float. The most powerful force of the earth is not the earthquake, but the growth of all things... She has no clothes, no shelter and no place to fall back on, and she is about to get lost and dizzy. As far as the eyes can see, the palms of the branches will open to her, offering treasures and holding flower buds. She stopped and waited, but the flower buds did not bloom. Before the appointment, the woman changed clothes after another in the deep boudoir, and she was unable to make her final decision. My mother greeted her naked and showed her sincerity. She weeds, thins seedlings, forks, and sprays medicine all day long, with great patience.

The days of watering are the longest. As soon as the gates were opened, the water rushed down, and the horizontal canals along the ground were like dominoes, one after another, flowing into the long and narrow ridges arranged vertically. Gradually, the water flow became slower and slower. My mother followed the flow of water slowly, digging a shovel at the stagnation, filling the gap of the running water with soil, and sealing up the geng ditches that were full of water. So vast land, so slender water veins. She accompanies almost every sunflower to drink fully. The huge root system deep in the ground sucked and squeaked, and the ground became more and more quiet. She looked up. The space between heaven and earth is empty, not even a breeze, not even a single piece of clothing. There are only plants left in the world, and only roads are left for plants. All roads are clear, all doors are wide open. The water trudges hard in the light, green light all the way to the top in the dark. That is the highest height water can reach on this earth - the height of a sunflower. This sunflower field is the last stop after these waters have traveled all over the earth. For three days and three nights, the entire sunflower field was soaked evenly, and the whole world was saturated. The woman in the depths of the flower buds made up her mind and chose a set of gorgeous clothes for the final appearance.

Upcoming. The earth was silent as never before. My mother was the only spectator, without an inch of thread, just stepping on a pair of rain boots. Her feet were wet and her whole body was shining. No one saw her again. With her rain boots on her feet, she could go anywhere, free, glorious, and powerful like a queen. She is the most powerful plant, and the shovel is the most precious scepter. A long, long time later, when she told me these things, I could still feel the light in her eyes, the photosynthesis that ran through her whole body in an uproar, and her patience and hope throughout her life.

The days when the canals were open were like Chinese New Years. Not only fed the sunflower field, but also washed all the clothes, and also washed the dogs. All the pots and pans in the house are filled with water. Fortunately, I have a large family, which can save a lot of gas money.

The ducks took the time to swim in those days, and they all turned into new ducks. Looking around, there are white clouds in the sky and ducks on the ground. These two are the brightest in the world.

About the place where the canal water flows, the water vapor is heavy, and the weather is getting warmer. When the water is passed for the second time, there are weeds on both sides of the canal. Apart from the canals, except for the farmland where the crops were born, the entire land is still desolate and rough.

Chickens love grass and enjoy it all day long. They walked one by one, holding hands behind their backs like a leader. I guess the world of the grass could be as big as the entire universe if it were all unfolded. Chickens are so obsessed, peeking here, pecking there. Sometimes he suddenly tilted his head to think for a long time, and then stayed on one foot like a chicken. It doesn't say anything no matter what it sees.

The sky is vast and wild, and the wind blows the grass and sees the reed chicken. The two dogs lay silently by the canal. Ducks peck and wash their feathers endlessly. In the wilderness, the little bit of anger gathered by a narrow canal is no less than the grand scene of all the big rivers, lakes, and oceans in the world.

In the face of all this, only the rabbit remained indifferent. After dividing up the rations for the day, they followed my mother into the sunflower field one by one. The sun goes down and I still don't go home. I seem to be busier than my mother. My mother said, "Rabbit, look! The water is coming!" No one turned their ears.

Water comes from upstream. There is a reservoir upstream. Said to be a reservoir, in fact, can only be regarded as a larger reservoir. Located two kilometers east of the wilderness, a dam was built on one side and a gate was built. It was extremely simple. But for those who have walked through the empty land for a long time, it is simply an adventure!

I have been there. Walking, walking, and suddenly bumped into each other. So much water is still in front, as if to the end of the world. There are no birds, no plants, and it is as empty as the wilderness. Just water, a big pool of bright water. Like a mirror, it spread out flat on the ground, reflecting the entire sky, and it was like an abyss under the sky.

This large pool of water has irrigated tens of thousands of acres of crops downstream, maintaining the survival of hundreds of millions of lives. But from this scene, it seems that it doesn't care what sunflowers are, and has never paid attention to the joy of tiger races, ugly ugly, ducks and chickens. It is intact and never changes. Rather than being lonely here, how embarrassing we and our sunflower fields are. We never really touched the heart of the world.

On the other side of the water, there is a white house in the distance. The lake is the end of the world, and there is the opposite side of the world. What kind of people will live there? Several times I wanted to go there to see it, but each time I walked around the water for a long time and couldn't get there.

Then I left. I often dream of the big water in the wilderness, of the white birds from the south hovering over the water for a long time, of the reeds standing still in the middle of the lake, but not once of the man who lives in the distant white house. When autumn came, our sunflower fields were golden and noisy, which woke me up from my dreams countless times, but never once woke me up from his hometown.