Over the wheat
Author Ice Jade
In the fields of the suburbs, you can see the roar of machines rushing to harvest wheat, and the time when the mature wheat is harvested in the countryside is called wheat. Now, whoever has a few acres of wheat, the harvester drives by, the golden wheat wave has become a piece of brushed wheat stubble, the back box has been magically piled into a hill of wheat pile, go home and find a place to dry the wheat. Science and technology are productive forces, saving time and effort. Harvesting wheat in childhood memories is not like this.
I remember that when I was a child, it was a big thing to pass the wheat in the countryside, and if the mature wheat was not harvested in time, in case of strong convective weather in summer, it would cause yield losses. Therefore, harvesting wheat is also called rushing to harvest, and God is competing for time.
During this time of wheat, the weather is dry and hot, and the wheat is generally harvested in the morning when the weather is cool. In the early morning, a burst of iron rods knocked on the "bells" of hanging iron plates sounded, and the members of the society came to assemble under the tree one after another, the production captain made a slight division of labor, and the members of the company went to the division of labor and began to collect wheat. If it has recently rained and the wheat field is soft, you can directly grab a handful of uprooting with your hands; if it is relatively dry in the near future, you have to cut it with a long sickle. The work of harvesting wheat is more tiring, bending down and cutting forward, and after a while the waist is painfully unable to straighten up. Fortunately, the zhuang family has a good body from scratching and practicing in the small field. One by one, they rushed forward like tigers. The pieces of wheat that fell in the back were the work of the eldest girl and the little daughter-in-law, tied into bundles and stood on the ground, and then young and middle-aged people moved to the board cart, or used manpower or old cattle carts to pull the yard that had long been leveled and clean. Then it is to use a wooden fork to pick out the sun exposure, and when it is dried, put on the cow to pull on a stone rudder, a circle around the yard, followed by manual use of wooden forks to pick out the wheat oranges, etc. Almost all become particles, the last work is to raise the field, that is, to use the wooden shovel to raise the wheat when there is wind to separate the wheat husks. This is a technical job, the production team is to let the old master do this work, the wheat can not be sprinkled everywhere, and when it is finished over and over again, the ground becomes a long hill like a pile of wheat. Looking at this golden wheat pile, the heart of the farmer fell to the ground, and he could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
The production team divides the wheat like a cheerful festival, the adults are busy with the things in hand, generally let the children take a long coarse cloth pocket to the yard to be numbered, a long string of folded pockets where the number, the children are alive and jumping to play their own games, they climb on the high wheat orange pile and jump down, the fluffy wheat orange pile is like a cotton pile, falling inside is both comfortable and fun. There are also a few people who hide and seek behind the wheat orange piles, shouting and playing happily!
When the adults came and began to divide the wheat, the accountant turned over the ledger and divided the grain according to the number of laborers and the number of people. The number of reports that would be counted in the crackle of the beads, the young man used a wooden shovel to put the wheat into his pocket and weighed it, and the families carried the harvest of grain all the way to laughter.
After the wheat harvest can finally rest and rest, people put the large and sweet black leather watermelon into the plastic mesh pocket, tie it to the net pocket with a long rope, slowly unload it into the deep well, tie one end of the rope to the big tree by the well, pull it up when eating, quickly cut it into several parts, and the black watermelon with yellow sand is sweet and cool, both to quench the heat and quench the thirst.
As the sun sets, cooking smoke surrounds the village, and the smell of new wheat steamed steamed steamed bun wafts out of the house, which is the pure green whole wheat steamed bun obtained from labor, and the bite is sweet in the heart, which is both tendon and delicious.
At night, children lie on the graben made of wheat stalks in the yard, counting the stars in the sky, and adults hand-crank the fans made of wheat stalks to fan the cool breeze for the children to drive away mosquitoes, or tell ancient myths and stories, or snort at the dried black watermelon seeds, enjoying the charming summer nights after the wheat harvest.
Modern science and technology have replaced the traditional wheat harvest, but those scenes of the hot wheat harvest in childhood still appear in the mind from time to time during the annual wheat harvest season.
About the Author:
Li Yanling, female, pen name Bingyu. He is a member of the Poetry Society, a member of the Texas Writers Association, and a director of the Xiajin County Poetry Society. His works have been published on paper media and online platforms such as "Chinese Poetry Circle", "Guan Ju Love Poems", "Chinese Poetry", "Alexandria Poetry Garden", "Lubei Literature", "Yantai Poetry", "Dezhou Daily", "Macao Citizens Daily", "Little Thumb", "Yuxiang Poetry Rhyme", "Jiangnan Hongdou Cup National Love Poetry Competition Collection", "Gathering in Tiantai Mountain" and other paper media and online platforms. He has won the "National Red Bean Cup Love Poetry Competition" Excellence Award and the "Great River mountain national poetry competition" excellence award.
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