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 Like (prose editor: Ke Er) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

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The rain is still beautiful, and the world in the sky is still so beautiful. However, whose world is already gloomy and full of sadness? Gray days, ruthless rain, haggard people, who is seeing through who exists? Blue Dreams, purple butterflies, falling leaves, whose heart does the wind enter? A person’s tears, a person’s smile, a person’s story, a person’s memory, a person’s sadness, what changes did the years change? The lingering of time records too many sorrows. The regret buried, the persistence of one person, the waiting of one person. The pieces of sadness picked up were flying all over the sky, and the past was engraved behind the wounds. A hurt, a memory, who ever thought about how long it would last together? Watch your loneliness quietly, see the people passing by one after another, see the flowing water flowing with pains, see the fallen flowers passing by with waves, who can appreciate the sigh immersed in this? In the bustling downtown, the desire spread all over the body, but we had to let go. Because I understand that what does not belong to me will fall down after all, and it will be a wrong encounter after all. It may be a good choice to let off the extravagant hopes in happiness, the sadness in hands and the beauty in dreams. However, the cloud skimmed over the blue sky, perhaps just a moment of beauty, but left an illusion beyond expectation in the water mirror. No matter the reality or ideal, most of the time, we are unable to grasp and retain. Our world is full of too many temptations and countless emotional ups and downs. Only when you have lost it can you know how to cherish it. However, sometimes, no matter how hard you want to stay or not, no matter how hard you want to work, in the end, there is only yourself left, and the remaining pain pervades every corner of the air. Perhaps, I shouldn’t have clenched myself so tightly at the beginning that I fell myself too broken in the end. Maybe, after being smashed, we can choose again. However, sometimes, even if it is shattered, even if it is painful, we will still choose to refuse the rock melting, and we would rather choose to drag the broken body to walk in a person’s world. Even if you are hurt, helpless and unable to let go, you will choose to bear it alone. In a person’s world, in the memory that cannot be buried, quietly indulge in your own sorrow. The life of Ren has turned yellow, the time of Ren is no longer yesterday, and the memory of Ren has been disabled, but the heartbreaking memory is still old. Loneliness is a sorrowful and beautiful star, which never falls its curtain, and is always on stage. Who has become its loyal audience? When sadness flows back into a river, how can the submerged happiness break through the shackles of death? Try hard to forget, try hard to get rid of, and try hard to choose again. However, familiar things and things emerge in front of us; Familiar words linger in our ears. All, triggered a burst of heartache, made myself Gray and frozen immediately. Even so, I was unwilling to let go, because I was reluctant. Although it was very painful, I had too many fragments of good memories, and let yourself choose loneliness. Like (prose editor: drops of ink become wounds) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…