Wheat cooked

The hot sun was exactly the season of wheat harvest. I imagined the rumbling sound of machines in the wheat fields in my hometown, and the villagers who couldn’t close their mouths with laughter on the ground. I couldn’t help feeling gratified. I still remember that when I was a child, a new girl in the class came to the northeast. After school in the afternoon, she made an appointment to go to the wilderness. She saw the endless green grass experiencing the winter cold, and the wheat seedlings just turned green, and asked in surprise: why do you grow so many leeks here? After hearing this, we all laughed, laughing at her silly hat. We couldn’t even distinguish wheat seedlings from Leeks. After laughing, I was lost in thought at a young age, and then I took two comparisons, it’s really very similar, but the taste is different, shape, leek leaves are a little thicker, touch every day, unexpectedly did not find the same, turn a blind eye! This discovery made people forge ahead. I started to look for comparisons in my life like crazy. I never felt tired of it and sighed the magic of everything. When I saw the wheat mature, the adults clearly worked hard when harvesting, but it shows full Joy. I don’t understand it. I want to figure it out and love thinking from now on. A little larger, I can help the adults to work. When the wheat harvest season is over, the top of the head is in the hot sun, the waist is not tied with straw ropes, the hands are holding sickles, and the face is facing the loess back to the sky. Once a, transported back to the yard; The cattle pulled up the stone roller and sang the squeaky songs in circles. It was slow, slow ,, when did it come to an end? Tired, it was the straight waist, pain, it was the hand punctured by Maimang, thirsty, only the white water that did not relieve my appetite, sweat, dripping from the forehead, soaked through the clothes, listening to the praise of adults, pretending to be proud, in fact, it is not the case. Recalling the comfort in the class which is boring at ordinary times, complaining no longer, but confused! Sighing, with the advent of the machine era, farmers soon got the benefits. After the improvement of small tractors, they suddenly changed their bodies and even put the neatly arranged whole wheat aside without any sickles, I took the straw rope and tied it up. In the yard, the threshing machine was prepared early, and the straw was sent to the machine. The wheat grains and the straw were in tears and said goodbye; They came back to the world and divided their troops into two ways. The scene of harvest, the joy of adults, the cheers of children, a good atmosphere of peace. Although I had no chance to participate, I had already understood that behind the hard work was the joy of harvest, and my fellow villagers were the new force of the large grain-producing counties. Progress forces you to think! I sigh with emotion that people’s wisdom is endless. Intelligence is constantly being explored. Farmers immersed in the convenience and quickness brought by modernization get benefits. Before they can be moved, large harvesters appear, its vigorous appearance, no longer need Sickles, no need straw rope, don’t let you see straw, straw broken back to the Earth, make it into organic fertilizer next year, presented to you, only what people need is the wheat grains that are thousands of times when sowing. After the wheat is dried in the sun, it will fly into thousands of households. At your dinner table, steamed buns and steamed buns will be on fire, from then on, it is a gift presented to us by modern harvesters; Surprise! Exclaimed! Amazing! Live every day in advance, every day in gratitude and every day in thinking! Like (prose editor: dancing alone with rain) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…