Wheat harvest and college entrance examination

In June, the temperature rose and the flowing gold was like fire. No matter judging from the focus topics that the news media pay attention to, or their own life experience, they all know that the busy Wheat harvest season in rural areas is coming. Because of the college entrance examination and school holidays, I felt oppressed at home and suddenly felt the urge to go back to my hometown. Normally speaking, as a teacher, I should pay more attention to my old career and pay more attention to the college entrance examination. To be honest, for hammering wooden bridge of college entrance examination, your heart filled with awe. Of course, I understand the significance of college entrance examination for the majority of examinees. Because of this, there is a feeling that paying too much attention is a kind of burden and torture. Comparatively speaking, it may be a good choice to stay away from the hustle and bustle of the city and the lingering of the ups and downs of the college entrance examination, so that one’s mind can temporarily convert to the vast wilderness in the countryside. After all, I came out from the countryside with the root system in the countryside. Only when I was far away from it did I feel that it was becoming more and more strange there. Returning to the place that I used to be familiar with is not so much an impulsive thought as a kind of self-call of inner instinct. Urban and rural buses finally drove out of the city and rushed forward. The seats in the car were full of people, both men and women, old and young. Just now, when waiting for the car, there was bright sunshine outside the window, which was extremely anxious; Although the window was open, all kinds of smells mixed together in the car, it was still like a steamer. Hot dead. Most passengers were full of sweat, some murmured in a low voice, and some kept shaking with newspapers and small fans in their hands. When will it depart? Someone asked. The driver looked at the watch and said: there are still five minutes left. At that time, a middle-aged man with a dark face trotted all the way to get on the bus. A pungent sweat spread out and stuck in the air. At the door of the car, a white girl wearing a dress frowned and turned her face away. The small paper fan in her hand kept swaying. Hey, brother Hui, have you entered the city too? The driver turned around and shouted enthusiastically. Ah, Xiaochun, it’s you. The middle-aged man just sat down, owed himself and said, “My daughter has just settled down for the college entrance examination this year. No, you have to hurry back, the wheat in the field is still waiting to be harvested. With the conversation between the middle-aged man and the driver getting louder and louder, the people in the car seemed to have forgotten the heat and started to talk: grab the seeds, subsidize the grain, and raise the price of agricultural materials, urban and rural buses, such as college entrance examination volunteers, famous brands and so on, were bumping on the country roads, and the wheels raised the dust all over the sky. Looking through the glass window, it was the busy Wheat harvest season, and there was a busy scene in the wheat field: countless combine harvesters were roaring, and many figures were in a hurry; The harvest of the smooth wheat stubble was endless, the long rubber hose is like a long dragon circling around in the middle, spouting out the clear well water and the dry earth to absorb freely and greedily, accumulating energy for the seeding below; the unharvested wheat rose and fell in the dry wind, picking up a large piece of dazzling light, which had already fulfilled the saying “fried beans with burnt wheat”, full of golden eyes. Out of the window, despite the cool wind blowing in, I still felt the heat and dryness. It is true that the whole field is filled with the mixed smell of turbid, anxious, mature and pungent, and the familiar smell of wheat that has been lost for a long time, which is not out of reach, it obviously fills the whole body. I am thinking: At this moment, the examinees who take part in the college entrance examination are writing hard on papers one by one in the spacious and bright classroom, they are cultivating their own land and their parents and families (especially farmers, the largest group in China) are also being tested and baptized by wheat harvest in the fields. I once released my dream, but now I am looking forward to the harvest. This is the common pursuit of people and every ordinary worker. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) 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. 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