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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A long-lost life

I never thought that I would join the ranks of bicycles after throwing away cars. It is like experiencing a kind of life, or looking back to some kind of feeling two or ten years ago. However, when you really act, it turns out to be out of control. Love this car is comparable to that of a car, and it becomes more subtle. I remember the last time I rode to work was in the early 1990 s of the last century. At that time, the proportion of bicycles was relatively large, and the traffic was smooth, not to mention the name that the capital became the first block later. Because of the long riding time, the temperature difference between the city and the suburb could be felt. After 9.5, he joined the ranks of motor vehicles and changed to ride motorcycles. Since 2004, he has driven cars. Until today. Time shuttling scenery overlapping seems like yesterday. When I was in the car, I had my own space but was isolated from nature. Instead of paying attention to the change of weather, we pay more attention to the trend of oil price. Check the time when traveling to see if you can avoid the peak period. When there is a traffic jam, I become helpless and depressed. At this time, I want to leave the car alone. At this time, it brings a day of emotional chat without taste. One day I finally had to ride again, depressing my inexplicable excitement. When walking through the streets rolled by wheels for thousands of times. The scenery in front of me slowly felt a little different. Bees were dancing in the flower stamens on the roadside; Dragonflies were walking with you everywhere in the sky; The hot sun in summer circled overhead, the trees along the road were busy opening their arms to attract shade. I hope the summer rain is beating on my forehead. Like a sapling to be replenished, It moistens the washing of rainwater in the dry. Mixed with the wind blowing through the body. That kind of warmth and comfort like the soul. A long-lost life. That is a kind of imagination of freedom. That is a kind of happiness integrating into nature. Like (prose editor: Shu Kuang) 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…