How far can you go overnight?

That year, I dropped the exam and I was in a bad mood. I want to go out to work and earn more money for my parents. Maybe it can make up for my embarrassment. The father said, wait until the farmer's work is done and then plan.

At that time, the wheat had been collected, but my mother fell ill. There is still a piece of land on my house. There was a rain in the night, which was a good opportunity to plant glutinous rice. At noon the next day, my father and I set off.

The seeds are in plastic buckets, and my father digs my seeds, two seeds per pit. The lush sunshine of the lunar calendar in May seems to have to recover all the rain from last night. The ground is hot like a steamer. I sweat and my father is breathing straight. When the sun went down, I was exhausted and my mouth was dry. We still have four ridges, and the seeds are used up.

I said to my father with relief, it is just that the sky is going to be dark, let's get back to work, and bring the seeds tomorrow. My father didn't talk, hid the hoe in the wheat straw, and we went home.

When I got home, I drank water, lying comfortably on my back, thinking about sleeping beautifully, but I saw my father getting glutinous rice seeds again. I asked if it was not planted tomorrow. What is the use for now? Father said with a smile. This land must be finished tonight, otherwise it will be a poor harvest in the future. I think it's incredible. Isn't it a bad night? My father said that we had a nap, and it was over a night, but the seeds that were planted did not sleep. .

Seeing my suspicion, my father pointed out that the glutinous rice hanging under the eaves said, look, these are the harvest of the land, and it will be one day before and after. I picked up the ratio of the glutinous rice stalks under the armpits and the scorpions. It was about 3 cm short! I took a few comparisons. Without exception, the glutinous rice under the arm is generally too small!

It turned out that this piece of land was not planted last year, and suddenly it rained and could not work. The five ridges of the north head were planted one day later than other plots.

I was shocked by this fact. The father said that when the large area of ​​corn was spit and the ears were swelled at the same time, the ridges of the late planting had not yet spit, and missed the best pollination period, so the harvest was much worse. Unexpectedly, the difference in just one day is so obvious.

A night, a day is only a moment for us humans, but for a glutinous rice with a life cycle of only 70 days, it is indeed a short time. Our seemingly long life is not as short as a seed? At the beginning, it is a step behind others. If you don’t try to catch up, then it will be like the glutinous rice under your arm.... That evening, my father and I returned to the field. I planted all the land and it was already starry when I got home.

I did not go out to work in the autumn of that year, but chose to repeat. After a year of hard work, I was admitted to a good university. After 12 years have passed, I have had a stable job, and several of my classmates who have gone out of work like me have now worked hard on the construction site under the scorching sun, often worrying about asking for money.

Those seeds filled with ideals and hopes, just a night, have already absorbed enough water, and have already taken the footsteps of "life". Once they are missed, opportunities will never come again.