The sunshine in May scorched this golden land. The earth was stirred by the waves of wheat. The air is full of the smell of ripe wheat. This mature br
The sunshine in May scorched this golden land. The earth was stirred by the waves of wheat. The air is full of the smell of ripe wheat. This mature breath is sweet and attractive. It attracts birds' favor and summons distant wanderers? Look, larks are flying in the wheat field and cuckoos are chasing them. Sparrows stand on the wheat head and magpies hover?
The ripe ears of wheat on the ground are smiling, and the people waiting for harvest are quickly put into the warehouse. This coke is broken, and it is also anxious for the old father and mother who watch their homes, land and harvest. They hurriedly picked up their mobile phones or telephones to call the children working in other places. The call of old parents is like the horn of battle, calling the wanderers from afar to come back quickly. Whether you are working in Jiangnan or working hard in the mine. Whether you are on business in Beijing or Hainan. Whether you wear a suit and tie or a silk skirt? You have to change into casual clothes, give up your part-time job, go home quickly and throw yourself into the battle of harvesting wheat. Of course, bring beer, nutrition and energy. At this time, on the way home, there are rows of cars with foreign license plates, one after another?
Hard-working drivers came from afar with harvesters, and the wheat fields became lively. Machines roar, sickles shine, harvesters shuttle in wheat fields, and birds fly in rows. Wheat has been packed into the trunk, straw has been broken, flying in the air with the wind, like clouds of smoke, like flowing waves. In the open space of the field, golden wheat grains have been piled into small granaries. Farmers who harvest wheat are very busy. Screening, lifting, transporting and drying wheat? Even the birds are busy grabbing food, and the dog is driving the birds away to protect the food. This is flying, chasing, chasing, doing, busy, busy returning to the warehouse for food, very happy. This sentence, this laughter, this song and the roar of this machine have merged into a hymn of harvest. People inquire about the harvest situation of each family, inquire about the wheat harvest progress of each family, bless each other and ask each other? Farmers have earned the fruits of this harvest with hard work, and they are also trying to taste the joy of this harvest. Sweat flowed on their bodies and smiles scattered on their faces.
In order to catch time, in order to catch the weather. It is also common to burn the midnight oil. It's dark, and the lights are still on in the wheat field. Machine light shuttles with the harvester in the wheat field, like flowing stars and beating torches. This is an idyll of harvest in May, an idyll of harvest in May, a hymn to celebrate the harvest?
Hard-working farmers sow and harvest day after day in this hot land year after year. They tried to sow hope. They reap fruits, joy and happiness?
Author: Li Shujing
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