Wheat cooked

The days seem to slip through a trace of sadness day by day, and the summer solstice is coming. After a rainy day, the wheat is ripe. Looking from a distance, a piece of golden yellow, the breeze blew over, and layers of wheat waves appeared. The slender body was bent by the full wheat ears. Not far away, there are also poplar trees guarding the fruits to be harvested like guards. This year’s harvest is good. There are already groups of farmers in the fields, either waiting for harvesters, transporting newly harvested fruits to their homes, or lighting flames to turn wheat straw into ashes and lay a layer of fertilizer on the farmland, and, harvest the fruits and sow new corn seeds. People are busy and laughter is hearty. At that time, the gentle breeze, the jumping flame, the chasing wheat waves combined with people’s laughter, the roar of machines and the crackling sound of wheat straw burning drew a harvest map with vocal music. Standing in the field, I suddenly remembered that when I was a child, my parents went to the field to pull wheat before the Oriental Dew fish belly was white, and then rolled it with a straw cutter, then threshed it with a wheat beater, no half a month is over. Although at that time my parents didn’t face the loess back to the sky, they absolutely deeply felt the taste of a sweat falling eight petals, I believe that my parents will not forget the memory of plucking wheat without looking at the ground. Now, I have become a mother, and my childhood memories fade gradually. My son will not understand the tiredness and hardship of his ancestors, and even have no chance to know the appearance of wheat beater and hay cutter. At that time, my thoughts were flying and my heart was rolling. I could not tell the taste in my heart. Time really changes a lot and takes away a lot. I am rural people, rich children and delicate women living in prosperous cities may never dislike the flying dust in rural areas and the once low farmhouses. However, they even had no chance to experience the fragrance and fresh air with the flavor of soil in their whole lives, and they could never feel the unique honest and simple human feelings of rural people. Somehow, I unconsciously recalled Lao She’s happiness and sorrow, laughter and tears, flowers and fruits, fragrance and color, which required labor, I have a long experience… this paragraph of text is surging in my heart like this. For a long time, that impetuous heart began to calm and enrich under the influence of nature. It turned out that life was so simple that life was not asking for, but giving. Fame and fortune are really just passing by, simple, healthy and safe enough. Like (prose editor: Ke Er) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…