In October, the golden autumn is the season of harvest and harvest. She is also the expectation and happiness in my eyes.
Looking forward to it, the autumn wind blows softly, and autumn comes. The village is bustling with activity.
Usually in the field, there are occasionally a few laid-back people. In the fields of October, there are more people, including children. The adults hurriedly walked, and the greetings were full of joy. Kids no longer play and play, and they also use the Holiday Golden Week to help their parents harvest their crops.
It was at this time that a few of our brothers and sisters broke corn with our parents, dug sweet potatoes and potatoes or cut grain ears and the like.
Corn stalks grow taller than their parents, and our family divides their work and cooperates, and one or more rows of people are responsible for breaking corn. We went into the cornfield, and as we walked back and forth, the sharp, thin corn leaves pricked our faces and necks, but when we thought of the prizes, we forgot about the pain. The prizes at that time were simple: two moon cakes and a few apples. Parents promised whoever finished first would be able to eat early, and with the temptation of prizes, no matter how long the cornfield was, it was not a matter, we always finished earlier than our parents.
Digging potatoes or sweet potatoes is another matter. The first time we got to the ground, we found that we couldn't see potatoes or sweet potatoes, what was going on? It turned out that the yellow and green ones seen on the ground were their leaves, and it was their leaves that were arranged and followed their stems to find their roots, especially the messy and intricate sweet potato leaves. Next, the depth of the hoe is also skilled. The shallow hoe splits the sweet potato or potato; the hoe is deep and the arm is not waving vigorously. "There are elements and skills in the line". However, it is a pleasure to see a potato or sweet potato of uneven size on a vine.
Our favorite place to go is to cut ears of wheat. Ah, no, we didn't cut much in the ears of wheat, and we began to climb to the opposite cliff to pick sour dates. It was hooked with a sickle where it was out of reach, and the hand was sometimes scratched red by thorns in the tree. The broom puts the sour dates that come out of the thick sour date tree and are big and round, sweet and sour, my favorite.
On the way home with a full load, a few of us were in front, ignoring the shouts of our parents in the back, jumping happily, chasing, and jumping fast.