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The most beautiful scenery in the countryside is the wheat field.
My hometown is at the foot of Yanshan Mountain, on the west bank of the Miyun Reservoir, which is a semi-mountainous area with beautiful mountains and rivers. The wheat fields of my hometown are regarded by farmers as the best plots of land. In the countryside, people are divided into three, six, nine, and so are the crops, and when they choose to plant corn plots, farmers have always let it grow corn, usually not to plant other crops. Corn is a shade-loving crop and does not have too high requirements for geographical location. Wheat is different, there are more harsh conditions, the sunny position is the key, sitting north to south of the plot is the most appropriate, so as not to affect the ripening period, otherwise, most of the plots are harvested, slightly back to the sun land, slightly shaky ears of wheat are still green.
Wheat is the most expensive crop, like the sun does not like the yin, in addition to the geographical location to have a strict choice, but also depends on the fertility of the land. Inferior fields are not suitable for sowing winter wheat. Wheat planting requires more humus land, and the soil moisturizing effect is in good condition, which stems from the fact that wheat is a root crop, unlike corn with straight root support, what kind of field can grow vigorously, even if it is barren land, do not choose. Corn crops have well-developed roots and can strongly absorb nutrients from the ground.
Farmers say that wheat fields can be planted with corn, sorghum and other crops. The land where corn is planted is not suitable for wheat. In this way, the corn forest is like a tall and tall cropper, and the green wheat seedlings are like gentle and delicate little family jasper, which is gentle and lovely. It is the factors of the field that cultivate their growth temperament, and they cannot change the cultivation method at will, otherwise, the previous achievements will be abandoned and in vain. Moreover, wheat is a fine grain and corn is a coarse grain. People love wheat fields, just like they like white and tender steamed buns, giving people a sweet touch. Corn is a fragment of the memory of a poor day, and it is also a very helpless labor for people to grow it in barren plots, after all, more or less production can also fill their stomachs.
When the spring breeze comes and the tiles have just blown, the wheat seedlings in the wheat fields have returned to green. A strand of goose-yellow soil that instantly becomes soft after thawing is like a green pencil painted on the ground by a spring girl, which is pleasant and attractive. We are always excited to go to Qingqing. In the third month of the lunar calendar, it is the time of the Qingming Festival, the weather is warm, and the wheat seedlings spit out a large piece of bright green like the prophet of the Spring River Plumbing Duck, decorating the spring scenery. The snow-white mountain peach blossoms bloom in clusters, echoing the wheat fields of youth, much like watercolors painted by children with innocent hearts, beautiful and immature. When we stepped on the field, the adults always did not forget to remind us not to hurt the wheat seedlings. Wheat seedlings are equal to their skin or nerves in the hearts of farmers and need to be cared for. We knew that it wouldn't be long before the whole field was quickly connected, and there were no wheat ridges in sight, and the emerald green blanket was lifted like a grassland, and the scene was spectacular and the weather was varied.
The neighbor's aunt is a warm-hearted, willing to be a bride for unmarried young men and women, and the wheat field is the best place to date. In the era of collectivization, the whole village worked together, and sometimes at the end of the work, when they saw a handsome young man carrying a hoe and returning tired and late, he took the initiative to contact him and tell who was the girlfriend of the family, and had the will. The boy's face immediately turned red when he heard it, and he stuttered in agreement and happily followed his aunt into the wheat field to meet the woman. The wheat field became the open-air marriage agency of that era, which was not noticeable and saved a lot of money, and a wonderful marriage began to be born in the wheat field.
In early summer, when the wheat seedlings grow tall, the young and fluttering stems stand in the wheat field one by one, the breeze passes, the wheat waves rise and fall, like the waves, fluttering and churning, sometimes pushing forward, sometimes retreating like the ebb tide of the sea, which is very pleasing to the eye and breathtaking. The beauty and beauty of the wheat fields reach the most beautiful state at this time.
Since then, the stories in the wheat field have always been endless and beautifully told at this time, as if quietly listening to people's whispers and whispers, and the cycle has begun, year after year. The wheat was yellow and the summer harvest was yellow, and the farmers were busy carrying out the sickle to cut the wheat, and they carried out the grain in the dragon's mouth day and night. During this period, the sky was full of thunderstorms, and the fear of even rain, ripe wheat was very easy to sprout in the ears of wheat, and the grain became bad. Therefore, it is more important to grab the warehouse before the rainy season comes. At this time, my aunt said that the media matter was over and stopped.
When I was in high school, I often walked into the wheat field alone, watching the wheat waves rolling, watching the blue waves, thinking about my future. I don't know that the wheat field will give birth to the marriage of male and female love, and I don't know that the wind blows the wheat wave like a promise of sorrow, which has been entangled with me for many years. But I often look forward to being like a poet, chanting the summer scenery of the wheat waves, looking forward to my own romantic bloom.
Now that the wheat field is gone, the story about the wheat field has since come to an end.
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About author:Guo Huaifu, Beijing secret person, loves photography, writing, travel.