Green June, the warm light of the sun, through the dense south wind. Bake the wheat everywhere into a mature breath and fragrance. Once, facing the snow and the wheat ears in the sun, I held my head high, lowered my heavy head, bent straight and stared at the earth affectionately. In return, the grain harvest is abundant. Even if your body, branches and leaves are yellow. It is the earth that makes the dream and glory of wheat ears come true.
Rural people are sweating like a pig, and the sun is scorching overhead. In the sound of the sickle rubbing against the straw, the wheat awn stings the skin, and the palm grinds the bloody calluses. Bundles of wheat stand in the sharp stubble fields, which is their poem published on the earth. Harvest the dreams that have been nurtured under the snow since winter.
The picture of a cart with a shelf and a donkey pulling and grinding wheat has been submerged in the storm of wheat waves. Without the roar of the combine harvester, with the rows of wheat ears falling, golden wheat grains jumped down from the waterfall like mountains and rivers and became piles of golden wheat grains. Subsequent locomotives directly put them into sacks and transported them to the flour mill.
In the small and steep mountainous areas, there are still rural people waving sickles and sweating in the hot sun overhead. The husband of the couple next door is a simple and honest man in his fifties, who only knows that work doesn't cost too much money and has no skills. Daughter-in-law is capable, glib and loud. They are working on the hill behind the house, and the whole village can hear their voices. A pair of daughters are working in other places. They themselves have become the most common sanitation workers since last year. I leave at five o'clock every morning to clean the section of Jin Hui Avenue. When people do morning exercises and go to work, roads, sidewalks and green belts have been cleaned, while when people go out for a walk at night, both sides of roads, pedestrian walkways, street trees and green belts are clean and tidy. It is because of their efforts that the wheat in front of us has been harvested and there is no time to harvest it. The sun has scorched the earth these two days. After midnight, when I went out to go to the bathroom, I heard them walking and talking on the high ridge behind the house. The high street lamps on the avenue, glowing with white light, hang in the silent night sky and extend north and south. East and west sides are also brightly lit. The resplendent colored lights on the opposite 38-story building flashed colorful lights, which blocked the tortoise as tall as it or even taller than it from the light beam as bright as day. In the silver moonlight of Xuan Yue, I shed a little starlight on the earth. Their wheat fields are shrouded in radiant light. Next to it, there are city people from all corners of the country, burying their loved ones. When the villagers were working, the sun had just set and gastrodia elata was already dark. They left this gloomy place early. With this ready-made light, they harvested their own rations-the hope of the family all year round. Then, along the narrow narrow narrow path, I carried those wheat bundles home again and again, waiting for them to be crushed and returned to the warehouse.
Nantou's neighbors, they planted 12 acres of wheat. My son works in other places. I saw five harvesters parked in the street. People in their village called two of them away. They come from distant plains. They shed countless painstaking efforts and sweat on the vast land of their hometown, harvested their own and their hometown people's rations, and looked forward to the coming year. Married with children, pots and pans, don't always leave home. In the hot sun, I galloped all the way in the golden wheat waves, fiery red wheat fields, farmers' burning expectations, and the rainstorm that will come at any time. After cutting off my master, I went to Jia Xi for a casual meal. From the top of the mountain here, I went to the depths of the mountains there. No matter whether the road is flat or wormwood is full of thorns, wherever there is a need, the roar of the harvester will ring. I can't finish cutting during the day, but I will continue at night. The light of the harvester and the huge miner's lamp lit up, igniting the wheat field. In the silent field, from a distance, like a moving street lamp, walking up and down in the wheat fields deep in the mountains. At four o'clock in the morning, when the last border of wheat was harvested, the dawn before dawn made the whole wheat field red and bright. In the flat wheat stubble field, the broad mind of the land is revealed. In a few days, the seeds of corn, beans and other crops will be continuously thrown into the arms of Mother Earth, and the' dream, Chinese dream' will continue from generation to generation!
When the flaming morning sun rises slowly from the horizon of Ran Ran, the sky looks like a house and a bed. A plane, a car, a family, they are on the avenue, in their "home", the wife made a simple breakfast. After a short rest, a convoy of five harvesters headed for the place where the sun rises and the ocean in the wheat field, broke down and set off.
Driving a harvester, like other machinery, is full of risks and dangers. Some students said that when he was on the way to harvest, when the crawler walked through the high ridge of the wheat field, there was a big gap in that place and it was not treated. Instead, a bundle of corn stalks. When the track of the wheel ran over the ridge, he felt something was wrong. He was clever enough to jump to this side of the ground. At the same time, he didn't loosen the steering clutch, and the crawler just climbed up the hill to avoid the danger. A year later, he still has a lingering fear when he talks about it. In another place, in order to harvest wheat in mountainous areas, the mountain road is not easy to walk, and some harvesters in Sichuan have unfortunately paid precious lives for it.
Mike, sickle, wooden rake, stone mill and fork handle have completed their mission in most rural areas. Combine harvesters and mechanized seeders have gradually entered the vast wheat fields. However, when married and have children, cooking pots and pans, sleeping outdoors, burning the midnight oil, regardless of day, are just for the common people to eat three meals a day and ensure national food security. They pay not only the sweat and hard work under the scorching sun and golden wheat waves, but also the family happiness with their families, wives and children and a hard rest in the bright moonlight. More importantly, there are unpredictable risks and dangers. Even paid a precious life.
When some people spend their ordinary three meals a day in big fish and meat, and when some people dump these most precious gifts that nature has given to mankind, do they ever think of themselves, like Qian Qian, and people like them? Labor is the noblest cause in the world. It has created human beings, created wealth, made people live with dignity, made people's souls nobler, and made people's spirits richer and fuller!
Let the lamp that illuminates the wheat field become the lamp that illuminates our hearts and shine in our hearts forever!