Listen to Huang Qie's crying prose.
Like many accompanying parents, I like to stand on the roof of the fourth floor owner and look around. The northern slope is a tall and long Shaoling plain, where many emperors and empresses are buried, and there are wheat fields that can be harvested, which I saw when I drove back to my hometown in Bailuyuan. The bank of Shaoling is a good place for religions and literati to gather, such as Dugong Temple, Huayan Temple and General Yang Hucheng Cemetery. Looking south, there are towering Qinling Mountains and Shenheyuan River, which turned out to be so close as before. May is also the season of wheat yellow. At this time, what I can remember best is the ancient poem "Watching Wheat" by Bai Juyi, a famous poet in the Tang Dynasty. "There is little leisure in the countryside, and people are twice as busy in May. At night, the south wind rises and the wheat turns yellow. " In recent years, the Millennium poems and paintings harvested by Mai Huang actually happened not far from me, and I feel very sorry to be in this treasure house of prosperous Tang culture. Of course, to the west of the village is a relatively prosperous Qu Wei market. Although there are many tall buildings, I don't want to pay attention to these scenes. On the other hand, the village in the east leading to Shijiazhai in Lantian is also my concern and I want to talk about it. There are wheat fields, yellow and cutting sounds. In fact, no matter how fast the urbanization process develops, every time the wheat turns yellow, the cries of yellow and cut are indispensable, but the feeling I hear now is different from before.
When I was a child, I heard the cry of yellow and yellow, but I didn't care about anything at that time. I only know that when harvesting wheat, I will pick up the ears of wheat for the production team with the teacher who leads the team. I only know that I can pay a few kilograms and two ounces when I go back, which is also the eternal memory of my first job in my life. In those years, I suffered from poverty and hunger. It can be said that before May, there was no wheat at home, and sometimes I barely borrowed some wheat to spend this difficult wheat harvest season. "Cut the yellow, mix the soup and scrape the pot" is the oral greed of hometown people, and it is a portrayal of "busy in three summers and eating in Longkou". The cut wheat has to go through a mill and a farm, and then the new wheat grains are dried. At that time, the family always couldn't wait to grind some new wheat, as well as oil tower buns and long burning noodles. Busy days in summer, labor intensity is extremely high, and people are willing to eat. How can they have the strength to work if they can't eat well? This is also the best food in my memory except for the Chinese New Year.
When I was in middle school, I always heard the cry of calculating the yellow cut. At that time, my feelings had been deepened by childhood. Hungry and poor, you will naturally cherish food. The eternal poem "weeding at noon, sweating under the soil" has taken root in my heart. At that time, I saw crowds of Mike people, and that kind of memory was not happy because of Mike's hardships. Mike's regret, I really have a lot to say. Just a few days ago, an old man told me the story of Mike. He said that Mike usually has a cloth bag with buns in it. When Mike is eating at his host's house, he always steals more buns into the bag, which is very helpless. Mike is poor, and it is even more pitiful when it rains. There is nothing to eat, so we have to rely on these smuggled buns to satisfy our hunger. If you meet a bad master, you will be beaten for stealing buns. It was also when Mike came to Guanzhong Road by train from hundreds of miles away to cut wheat. Although I basically didn't attend the summer harvest at that time, I often saw Mike holding a sickle and wearing old clothes, and what's more, wearing a black cotton-padded jacket. Mike no longer exists. Today's highly modern harvest, Mike no longer exists, and can only stay in my memory forever.
The rapid development of society, science and technology, and the continuous improvement of urbanization have changed traditional agriculture. It is difficult to see the golden wheat waves in suburban villages in the past. Even suburban counties and cash crops far away are also impacting traditional crops, especially wheat fields. The previous summer harvest of more than half a month can be finished in three or two days, and the degree of mechanization is high. It can be said that the scene of three busy summers will never be seen again.
There is no "three summers busy, Longkou grabs food" in the wheat yellow season, which is the day when students are about to take the college entrance examination. Listening to the cries of Huang Qie, they have special feelings and emotions. Think, think, will Huang Qie be confused? Anyway, I really want to hear Huang Qi's cry.