Wheat field

Watch, is a bright heart. — Inscription tonight, walking on the street of the Hakka village, listening quietly to the sound of wheat falling on the ground in my hometown, there was a faint pain. At the end of May, there were golden fields everywhere. The hometown of May was wrapped in the golden wheat waves. The bright yellow color was so attractive and so beautiful that it absorbed the soul of the heart. The night was so quiet, but the wheat was waiting anxiously. The rain was so dense and the summer wind was so fierce that the farmer’s heart was in his throat. Wouldn’t he be disappointed when waiting for a spring? Night wind, not cold, very hot. The wheat field in May is a flowing river, a jubilant wave, and a happy dream spread out with golden gold in the watcher’s heart! Tonight, just tonight, the wheat in my hometown will be harvested. Maybe it has already been harvested. The roaring sound of machines shattered the silence of summer night, watching pieces of wheat creeping down, the particles were separated from the wheat straw. The wheat grains were collected into the granary of the farmers, while the wheat straw was ruthlessly burned. Does it hurt? My wheat straw? How busy it is on the wheat field of memory! During the busy farming season, men and women, old and young people went into battle together, cutting, pulling, and then concentrated in the wheat field. Threshing was the most primitive Rolling. The old cattle slowly circled around, then open it and crush it again until it is clean, and then pile the wheat straw forks together. The bases are high, and rows of them are like sentries watching the venue! When the wind blows at night, the wheat grains and miscellaneous seeds are mixed together and lifted up with a wooden shovel to remove the miscellaneous seeds. The grains of wheat are bare in the night, shining with dazzling light! That is the hope of farmers! Gently hold it up with your hands, just like caring for your child, smelling the wheat fragrance, as if seeing the sun of tomorrow! At night, I still want to watch the venue. I followed the adults to lie in the open world with flashlight, mat and quilt. When I looked up, I could see the round moon and listen to the frogs in the River Pond, there were also the pleasant songs of unknown insects in the field, and the chattering voice of adults came from the ears. It was really not quiet in summer night! Time flies like a shuttle, time flies, I go, my wheat field, my wheat field. Now in a foreign land, you can only ask timidly through the tunnel of time and space: my wheat field, are you OK? I have been watching you forever! For a long time, there will always be slight homesickness and sadness, not only because of separation from others. When we work hard and reap, we work hard again, not just like our life, we watch not only family ties, but also happiness! Years are like water, youth is no longer, and dreams are gone. In the chaotic fleeting time, thinking about the memory of getting old gradually and looking at the new hometown, I forgot the way back to my hometown and the destination of my soul. Tonight, the wind in the hometown is cool; Tonight, the wind in the hometown is warm. I am wandering in the guest country; Wheat fields are left in my hometown. What can’t be retained is the time after all. Tonight, let me miss you quietly and watch you, my wheat field! There are always warm lights and colorful memories. Despite hardships, they are still beautiful! Tonight, the smoke from my hometown has been lingering in my heart, forever …… QQ/417740569

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