One Sunday in June, I drove out on a wave with two friends. Waves indeed, firstly without any mission and secondly without a clear destination. Let's just say heading towards the North Mountain, the north is always dear, with the feeling of stringing along. All the way to the scenery quickly back quickly change, the county to the north of the terrain more and more high, the vegetation changes present saddle-shaped, fruit forest ? acacia forest? Fruit forests, after the town of Nanfang to the Liquan Yongshou two-county junction, the landscape began to change, the ground is flat, more food, the beginning of just fruit and grain mixed, and then later the wheat field gradually prevailed, the golden color of the earth's dominant color.
At Changning Town in Yongshou, we realized that we have entered the wheat harvest season, and the memory of the three summer busy here is in full swing, dusty memories have found a search for the subject matter. The Yongshou wheat field is different from the memory of the wheat field, the memory of the wheat field is always flat and sprawling, Yongshou wheat field is always staggered between the green orchard, very hierarchical, as if the color of the spring, always from the tender green to light green to light green to the green until the green.
Maybe there is no idle field in the four seas, Yongshou has rarely seen the wheat milling field, Yongshou people spread the wheat on the main road, the village road, township road, county road, Doujia community, Changning Township, the streets of the villagers of the villagers of the entrance to the village of the plaza are all of the, the harvest of the scene of the paved over the sky. We hesitated for a while because we were aimless, so we decided to turn around and go east. It was at this point that the accident happened. A local man suddenly pointed at us and cursed us, saying that he had zapped the wheat. Rain is forecast for tomorrow, so I understand how the curser feels. Out of the three generations low, I strongly advised my friend to talk less, grab the turnaround, all right.
The cursing did not spoil our good mood, intend to eat a meal to go to the drainage of the countryside to see the tomb of Changsun Wuji, the history of the heavy solemnity thick always in the key moment to purify our hearts.
The owner thought we were harvesters from Wugong County, and we didn't object. Listening to his three seven two eight bragging, mouth while responding to the brain but has already emerged in ragged clothes handheld wooden sickle in the 1970s and 1980s the image of wheat customers. Mai Hu Mountain, walk Li Quan, Shiri a twisted two cents? The ballad, which is so unfamiliar that you can't quite grasp its meaning, made all the people at the table laugh. The modern-day Makkan, although also a hard day's work, but after all, just a harvester, and that year and that month's desperate struggle for food is not comparable.
Hearing that we are going to the canal, the boss quickly said that the canal should also take the sickle, very disappointed, which means that the road to the canal must not be smooth.
Whether it's the wheat or the chaff, it's the damn wheat, it's the lovely wheat, it's the chaff, it's the chaff, it's the chaff, it's the chaff, it's the chaff, it's the chaff, it's the chaff, it's the chaff,louis vuitton outlet, it's the chaff,louis vuitton outlet. The warmth of cornmeal buns, the warmth of half a lifetime of fruits and melons, the warmth of grasshoppers in the trouser legs, the warmth of the Nanshan people picking up wheat in the fields, the warmth of the fine feet, the warmth of the northwesterly wind, the warmth of frostbite, the warmth of the burner kang, the warmth of the unseen miles of flat land.
I love wheat, love wheat around the derivation of everything, including loud high voice roar scolding all kinds of sound.