Written by Han Zhichen
The wheat in the fields of Hanhai is yellow and ripe. As soon as the breeze blew, the sound of Suosuo was heard in the sea of Mai, and when heard from a distance, Sixisuo became a chorus of swishing and lala. After planting in the spring and hoeing in the summer, the farmers love to listen to this song in the field. Because this song was sung in their dreams in the spring. So, they spat on the palms of their hands, sharpened the little sickle like a crescent moon, pulled off a hair in their hands, and blew it on the blade with their strength, and the hair immediately broke off. The peasants were overjoyed: the wheat is now being harvested!
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The day has finally arrived. People gather on the edge of the wheat field, first grab the ears of wheat in their hands and rub them, blow off the skin with force, until the round oily and shiny wheat grains jump on the palm of their hands, and then put them in their mouths to chew, shouting in unison that they are fragrant. Before the shouting fell, it was already down. Then I saw the straw hats in the wheat field rise and fall one after another, and there was a crisp sound of knives cutting wheat stalks in the wind. The addition of this metallic sound in the wheat field is like a melodious brass music embedded in a good song, and the song becomes very charming. This is the music in the hearts of farmers, not to say that it is stingy with you, and ordinary people can't hear it.
My brother and I could hear the music, because at that time we were all peasants—educated youths who had gone to the countryside.
As soon as the scythe was moved, the music seemed to fade away. The sun was shining poisonously on their heads, as if they were competing with the peasants for the fruits of the field, and it always made the peasants dizzy with heat and sweat profusely, and cut the wheat in the field more slowly and slower. My brother and I were already soaking wet from our patched clothes. My brother was a little slow to work, and I urged him: Hey, can you cut faster? My brother didn't say anything before, but I was in a hurry, and he stretched out a hand. Oh - I was taken aback: what kind of hand was this? The blisters of blood on the hand had been worn out, and the flesh and blood on the palm were blurred. I see, he is using a new sickle, and his hand is sharpened by the handle. So I gave my brother the sickle I used, but he refused to ask for it, saying that I should wear it out alone, and that I should not hurt both. But I gave him my sickle, which I had worked in the country for two years, and which had been sharpened to a good degree. I thought I was more cunning than he was, so I took off my clothes and began to cut with the handle of the new sickle wrapped around the corners of my clothes, but it was a bit slow to cut like this, and gradually I fell behind.
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After mowing the long patch of land, the peasants began to rest their breath in the fields - smoking cigarettes or gossiping. But I was still in the ground, and the wheat before me was still a long stretch unfinished. Sweat trickled downward, but the ground smoked like thirst, and the beads of sweat hit it, and it couldn't get wet at all, and it dried up with a thud. I'm still trying my best, and I know that I won't get the slightest respite unless I finish cutting the ground soon. Cutting and cutting, a cool wind began to blow in front of me, and when I straightened up and looked, I realized that my brother had cut the ground and came back to pick me up. At that time, my heart shook suddenly, like overturning a five-flavor bottle, the sweet and sour, the bitter and spicy hemp really came together, the nose felt sour, tears mixed with sweat flowed down. I know what kind of hand my brother's hand is. He endured severe pain and sent a piece of love in return to his younger brother...... I straightened up and waved my hand at him, and he looked up and leaned down until the sound of his scythe resonated with mine...... I noticed that there were no tears in my brother's eyes, but there was something deeper than tears. My brother's eyes were very heavy, and he embedded a very heavy piece of lead in my heart...... I had a vague sense that there was something else in those eyes besides the deep feelings we had endured at that time, something very far away...... I didn't know until many years before I knew what it was......
Although my family was and was poor then, the relationship between my brothers and I was very deep. The elder brother is the kind of person who is always willing to suffer in front of the younger brother. It is a person who can endure and dislike noises no matter how much he has suffered. is usually eating, and when he sees what his younger brothers and sisters are willing to eat, he doesn't move his chopsticks for a long time. From my brother, I learned what brotherhood is. This made me take care of him as much as I could for a long time to come. But he often refused me some kind of care.
/Han Zhichen's brother Han Zhijun participated in the front row of the 30th Chinese Film "Golden Rooster Awards" award ceremony, second from left, Han Zhichen, third from left, Han Zhijun (Image source: Internet)/
That year, our brothers received the "Feitian Award" in Guangzhou and won the honor of the first "Feitian" Outstanding Screenwriter Individual Award. It was almost noon, and I wanted to pay for a good meal for him. But my brother did not approve of my kindness, and he insisted on having a very simple meal with me in a very small restaurant. Two side dishes, a few steamed buns. While eating steamed buns, he said to me, "Do you remember when we were harvesting wheat together?" He said, "The time I picked you up, I knew you were crying." He said, "Yes, I have long forgotten it, but I will never forget the days when I was "steaming and steaming the earth, and my back was burning in the sky," and I will never forget it in my life. At that time, we were harvesting wheat, but we were eating bud rice and flour! Really, I am very satisfied with eating white flour steamed buns now. Oh, brother, your gaze has reappeared that very heavy and heavy thing, that very long thing......
I chewed on the steamed bun and couldn't tell what it tasted like in my mouth.
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Later, I figured out that it was before the wheat was harvested, when the peasants tasted the fresh, round and oily grains of wheat, as well as the salty smell of sweat in their mouths, and the smell of flesh and blood in my brother's hands......
Put it in your mouth and chew it for a while, who will come with us and shout incense in unison? When people have become accustomed to eating rice and white noodles in their lives! Oh, what my brother has given me is a kind of harshness of life, or is it a kind of love of noble personality?
In fact, we are mowing wheat every day, mowing the wheat of life and emotion, pursuing the harvest of the value of life, but when enjoying the joy of harvest, we should not forget the hardships on the way to harvest......
Introduction to Han Zhichen
Han Zhichen, pen name A Chen, A Chen, received the special allowance of the State Council in October 1993, was promoted to the senior title in 1997, the outstanding expert of provincial management in 2000, and the national second-level professor in 2010. The first batch of members of the Jilin Provincial Senior Experts Association, the executive director of the China World Association for the Promotion of Ethnic Cultural Exchanges, the executive director of the Chinese Film Literature Society, the member of the Chinese Writers Association, the member of the China Film Artists Association, the member of the China Film Critics Society, the member of the China Television Artists Association, one of the seven directors of the first China TV Documentary Definition Association, part-time professor of Communication University of China, graduate tutor of Jilin Provincial Institute of New Media, art consultant of Jilin Calligraphers Association, Vice President of Jilin Provincial Cultural Development Research Association and Director of Film and Television Screenwriting Professional Committee, Chairman of Changchun Television Artists Association, Honorary Chairman of Shandong Longkou Musicians Association. He has successively served as the director of the TV drama creation department of Jilin TV station, the deputy general manager and artistic director of the provincial film and television group.
Since 1975, he has published more than 100 poems in newspapers and magazines such as "Jilin Literature and Art", "Heilongjiang Literature and Art", "Jilin Daily", "Hunan Daily", "Railway Soldier Daily", "Ambition in the Quartet", "Young Poets" and "Writers".
His main works include the long-form TV series "Fence, Woman and Dog", "Wheel, Woman and Well", "Ancient Boat, Woman and Net", "Sail of the Fog", "The Village Drifting By" and the movie "Tang Dynasty Female Patrol", "Queen Bigfoot", "Golden Autumn Happiness", "Mother-in-law", "Wumeng Mountain Love Song" and so on. His independent screenwriter's works include: 30 episodes of the TV series "Sun and Moon A River", 24 episodes of the TV series "August Sorghum Red", 14 episodes of the TV series "Sea Urn", 14 episodes of the TV series "Dashan Sister", 10 episodes of the TV series "Cai Lian in the Sky", the novella TV series "The Bridge of the Mountains", and the novella TV series "Three Please Fan Lihua". The short TV series "Mountain Lord", "The Tide Rises and Falls", "The Female Minister of the Town", "Wind and Snow Mast Mountain", the movie script "The Earth is the Sea", "The Head is the Sky", "The River is the Bridge", "The Crop Man", "Jiaodong Iron Man", "Two Women in Red Turbans", "The Drunkard and His Daughter-in-law", "Two-way Lane", "Two Girls in a City" (co-written with Huang Shiying), "Silly Dad and His Handsome Girl", "Geng Erdonkey's Things" (co-written with Yang Zhigang), "Love in the Betel Nut Blooms", "Lalin River Brothers" and the stage modern drama "Spring Back to Taowan" and so on. The documentaries "The Romance of Women", "The Autumn of Life", "The Tree of Life", "The Soul of the Road" and "Footprints" have successively won the first prize of the National Documentary on the Theme of Posts and Telecommunications, the first prize of the National Women's Documentary, the first prize of the documentary of the China Radio and Television Society, the second prize of the National Television Literature and Art "Starlight", and the relevant awards issued by the All-China Federation of Trade Unions, the All-China Railway Federation of Trade Unions, the Ministry of Petroleum and other units. He has won five national "Five One Project" awards, two "Chinese Film Golden Rooster Awards", eight national "Feitian Awards", five Chinese TV "Golden Eagle Awards", one TV literary and artistic "Starlight Award", won the first prize of national TV documentaries for many times, three Northeast "Golden Tiger Awards", and also won the Best Plot Design Award at the 7th European International Film Festival. On the 60th anniversary of the founding of the People's Republic of China, he was named one of the "60 artists who have made outstanding contributions to the development of Chinese TV dramas" (one of the 12 screenwriters) by the China Television Art Committee and the State Administration of Radio, Film and Television.
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