I live in this city, the impression that spring comes particularly late, but also seems to leave especially early. Just took off the cotton-padded clothes, indulge in the Yingge Yan dance, willow bonuses in the people did not respond, the pleasant and beautiful spring quietly slipped away from the side, people had no choice but to change into summer clothes as thin as cicada wings.
Although it is early summer, people have a feeling of being thrown into a steamer. Fortunately, a rain last night finally drove away the stifling heat and brought a hint of coolness to the people. While I was taking a lunch break in this rare coolness, I suddenly received a call from the third sister from my hometown. After a burst of pleasantries between the two sisters, the third sister said excitedly that the wheat in her family is growing very well, and now the wheat is yellow, and the sickle will be opened in more than ten days!
The third sister said that to open a sickle is to harvest wheat, which is a popular saying in his hometown. In fact, what spring ploughing and summer harvest, autumn planting winter Tibet, the hometown has now all realized agricultural mechanization. Where can I use a sickle in the wheat harvest? Like the mu of wheat in the third sister's house, it only takes a few hours to harvest the grains and return to the warehouse!
Listening to the story of the third sister, I can't help but think of such a scene: the scorching sun is in the sky, and the endless field is full of gold and splendor. The breeze blew and the wheat waves rose one after another. The blue sky is full of white clouds, which are as white as cotton, like snow and fog. The clouds and rolls of clouds are varied and unpredictable, like nomadic sheep on the prairie and horses of Mercedes-Benz; when you are like a heavily colored landscape painting, but also like understated pastoral sketches of birds flying back and forth between the blue sky and white clouds, bursts of crisp cuckoo sound, as if coming from a distant valley. Whenever I hear the sound of cuckoo, there is always an inexplicable sadness and desolation in my heart.
The cuckoo, the spirit of nature, no one can tell where it lives over the years, but as soon as the wheat season arrives, it flies back on time. The sound of cuckoo only belongs to this wheat yellow season! It suddenly dawned on me: cuckoo sound, that is this auspicious bird praying for a good harvest in the wheat season for the farmers; cuckoo sound, it is a harvest song for the hard-working farmers!
The smoky harvester roared across the field, and the ridges of wheat suddenly brushed to the ground, and at the exit of the harvester funnel, the yellow and golden pearl-like wheat poured down like a tide. After the harvest of the wheat field, keep the wheat stubble brushed together, but also retain the joy and joy of the farmers!
Indeed, the progress of science and technology has improved the efficiency of production, promoted the development of agriculture, and liberated the farmers who work at sunrise and rest at sunset, facing loess and facing the sky, from the heavy labor. The farmers finally straightened their backs, and the wheat harvest was no longer as bent and sweaty as it used to be, but when I remembered that year's wheat harvest, there was always a kind of warmth from the bottom of my heart!
At that time, as soon as Lesser Fullness of Grain passed, the farmers began to be busy with the wheat harvest, such as fork rake, broom lifting mill, busy dustpan to make bullwhip, sieve basket sack hoarding, ploughing hoe and pole. More and more people sell all kinds of household belongings and farm tools in rural markets. People went to the market early to buy a hat, a kidney (a rope tied with wheat and twisted with straw, straw, or bushy straw), and a wooden fork used for drying wheat fields. When everything was ready, people began to free up a piece of land on the higher ground, loosened the soil with a rake, sprinkled it with water, and crushed it round and round while the ground was wet. The rolling stone is like a belly-shaped rolling stone. There is a cylindrical concave hole between the two ends of the rolling stone, and two wedges connecting the wooden frame or the iron frame are embedded into the concave hole respectively. It is the most common and primitive tool for grain rolling and flat field production in rural areas. In the ancestors' long-term slash-and-burn cultivation, in the inheritance of generation after generation of farmers, people have become more aware of the importance of mediocrity, and naturally formed a kind of worship to mediocrity. In the countryside in the north of our country, there is a kind of popular song and dance in the folk fire. Several farmers in disguise, pulling a big hustle and bustle pasted with colored cloth or paper, sang and danced with drum cymbals, and their funny dance posture and funny tone caused onlookers to laugh from time to time. In the long run, Laluzhu has become synonymous with the fire of folk society. After numerous times of rolling, the clearing was strong and bright, and from then on there was a new name courtyard. The spacious yard is tidied up, waiting for the freshly harvested wheat to come in!
At the beginning of the wheat ear, the young son was jiao, and the mulberry leaves were fattening silkworms, when the weather became more and more muggy, and the wheat in the field changed from green to yellow and matured by filling. The wheat awn becomes hard and stinging, and the wheat husk becomes round and plump. The time for opening the sickle has finally come, and the days of eating bran and pharynx vegetables have come to an end all winter.
At this time, the village was as lively as the Spring Festival. As soon as it was dark, the men led the cattle and rickshaws with wooden forks, grass kidneys and sharp sickles, while the women held children in their arms and carried early prepared meals and boiling water, and the family ran to the wheat field with joy.
In those years, there were four tiredness of harvesting wheat, harvesting autumn, digging rivers and covering embankments in the countryside. Although I didn't know the taste of tiredness when I was young, I really witnessed the hardships experienced by my parents and sisters when they cut wheat. Father is famous for growing crops in the village, not to mention wheat harvesting. When he came to a row of scorched wheat, he spit into the palm of his hand, clasped his hands and twisted them. He waved a sickle in his right hand, put his arm around the wheat in his left hand, and heard nothing but scratches, and the wheat left the ground. Father led his sisters to keep cutting the wheat, and while cutting the wheat, he told them: don't always get up and look up. If you don't see the head of the wheat ridge, you will be afraid and impatient. If your mind is distracted, the sickle will easily cut your toes.
Bound with a foot-bound mother, the foot was like a cone, swaying left and right as she walked. There is always some fear behind the mother, for fear that the mother will stumble and fall. It is absolutely impossible for a mother to do a job like wheat cutting. The mother had to tie a bundle of soaked kidney around her waist and quickly tie up the cut wheat into bundles. At the end of the day, parents and sisters have become black faces, and their mouths and noses are full of black dust. The arm, which has become red and swollen by bright light, small bite and wheat leaf bite, is covered with blood by wheat awn. I could not cut the wheat, so I could only pass the grass rope for my mother. When I was tired, I caught grasshoppers and chased hares in the newly cut wheat fields. Sometimes just ask three or five little friends to touch fish and shrimp in the ditch of the ground. Once, as soon as I got into the water, I vaguely felt something bumping under my ass. I gently touched my heart with ecstasy: it was a big fish! I quietly pinched the fish's gills in my hands, slowly got up and lifted it violently, and a big bouncing carp was carried ashore by me. That day, I caught three fat carp weighing two or three jin in one breath, which made my friends greedy. Seeing this, the second uncle of our team insisted on buying my carp. I said I wouldn't sell anything. Because although I can not cut wheat, but my parents and sisters pay that hard, but I see in my eyes, remember, I want to let my mother cook fish to eat, to father and sisters to make up the body!
As the saying goes, wait for the wheat harvest season, the wind and rain beat the wind and rain, and the face of the children in June will change. It is a sunny day, but in a twinkling of an eye, it will be cloudy and rainy. This is what farmers worry about most. Once the harvested wheat catches up with the cloudy and rainy days, the wheat will soon become moldy and sprout, and the hard work of this year has really been in vain.
In order to ensure that the particles return to the warehouse, parents and sisters rotate day and night, even less concerned about eating and sleeping. The harvested wheat finally went into the yard, and after several times of spreading and drying, my father put on the cow and started to run it round and round. In the scorching sun, my father stood in the middle of the courtyard, holding the whip in one hand and yelling hard at the reins, with beads of sweat rolling on his dark, bare back. The sweat dripped into the courtyard and into my heart. Decades have passed, this bead of sweat has been stored in my heart, and will be stored forever!
The next step is to lift the stage, which is fastidious. I still remember the skill that my father taught me at that time: a line that will lift the stage, but a large piece that will not be raised. Lift up the field against the wind and winnow the dustpan with the wind. At that time, although I couldn't do any work when I was still young, I couldn't bear to stay in the field every day. When night came, my mother took me to the grass quilt by the courtyard to tease me, humming a beautiful ballad:
Beat baskets, sieve baskets
Come down and steam the steamed bun with wheat.
Who will eat the steamed bun?
Give a snack
Why go after eating steamed buns?
Go to school
On the day of laying down the wheat, my father rushed to the mill in the village to grind half a bag of noodles, and my mother generously rolled out the noodles for the whole family. Although this noodle is a little black and thick, it has been the fullest and most delicious meal for the whole family since the beginning of spring.
Finally finished talking on the phone with the third sister, my mind is still difficult to calm down. I can't forget all the memories left to me when the wheat was harvested that year. I remember a passage about wheat by Mr. Wu Kejing, a famous contemporary writer: wheat is the crop with the most sense of vicissitudes. One is because the person in the soul of the dearest and beloved has a nice pen name: Maizi. Therefore, wheat stalk, wheat straw, wheat seedlings and wheat ears, all the things related to wheat can bring out a piece of tenderness and a period of fragrance in the heart. Really, wheat is also the most affectionate and admirable plant in my life. I was surprised that she is only a small seed, a touch of weak green, then resist the attack of the whole winter, and with only a wisp of spring breeze, she raises her high head, tillers, plucks, grows, and tenaciously reveals the fragrance of life. With a heart of gratitude, she silently returns the affection and care of the earth, and offers abundant fruits to the people without regret.
It is another year of wheat harvest, eating white flour steamed buns every day, I feel how much emotion and admiration. Wheat raised my parents, my daughter and me, as well as my ancestors. Wheat feeds and continues to feed the lives of hundreds of millions of people on earth. If there is no wheat, I dare not imagine what will happen to mankind. I think I should praise her and sing her in my own way!
Author: Ding Shangming
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