Childhood harvest season! Childhood is golden, like the rice fields of the harvest season. After experiencing intense grouting and pumping, near the Mid-Autumn Festival, the rice fields are full of yellow grains, which are cool in the dry heat

Childhood harvest season!

Childhood is golden, like the rice fields of the harvest season. After experiencing intense grouting and pumping, approaching the Mid-Autumn Festival, the rice field is full of yellow grains, and in the dry heat, the cool early autumn evening, the sun shines obliquely, and the whole field is golden, and the heavens and the earth are the same.

The harvest season is hectic, requiring cutting, threshing, carrying, drying, and men, women, and children. At that time, it was all manual work, and the threshing tool used was called a wrench, which was a square wooden box with a large mouth and a small bottom. Lifting a bunch of rice high, it slammed the four inner surfaces of the wrench barrel, making a heavy crashing sound, accompanied by the rustle of the grain falling, and the grain began to pile up at the bottom of the wrench.

The rice paddies were full of laughter and laughter, and even though the dust was flying, mosquitoes were dancing, and sweat blurred the eyes, the joy of the harvest still hung on everyone's face. Occasionally, a whole litter of voles that have just been born can be found in the rice paddies. Tender yang lotus can be broken between the fields, which is a delicious dish!