When the hawking of "sweet apricots" and "sweet apricots" came from the street, when we saw a fashionable woman bargaining with the vendor selling liquors, Mai Qiu was about to arrive. At this time, those of us who are a little older will think of Mai Qiu in the past.

Maiqiu is different from Maiqiu in the past, very different. Of course, there are many different places, but the main thing is agricultural mechanization, that is, the combine harvester frees people from heavy physical labor - this is the biggest difference.

Mai Qiu like the past must not be the same as Mai Qiu now.

In the past, it took more than half a month to harvest and plant wheat, and more than a month in a special year. When the wheat autumn comes, it is like a great enemy approaching the shore. The whole family mobilizes them and go to the market to go to the shop ten and a half months in advance to prepare for the preparations. My father wants to buy sickles, brooms, and keys for harnessing wheat at the market. My mother also wants to go to the market, but unlike my father’s task, my mother has to “openly” to cut two kilograms of pork, weigh a few kilograms of dried knife fish, buy some dried powder, bean curd, etc., and sometimes some bean sprouts are soaked.

In short, we focus on the good things that we usually want to eat but are reluctant to eat at this time. Because wheat harvest is the time when the labor intensity is the most intense of the year, good people (referring to strong people) have to peel off their skin, not to mention people with poor health or older people. At this time, if the "eating" cannot keep up with it and the body cannot hold it up, it would be bad. In fact, the enemy is more about what is said about "God", and it is sometimes called "tiger's mouth" to seize grain. Where is the "tiger's mouth"? It refers to the power of "God".

If "God" doesn't look at things, at this critical moment, there will be a gust of wind on the left, another shower, or even hail in the field. Not to mention the losses, people will have to torture and collapse. Therefore, everyone will not be vague when eating. During this period, my father took advantage of the morning and night to make the threshing farm, and the flat and hard threshing farm is like a smooth boulder. In addition, my father also had to sharpen those sickles.

As the saying goes, if you want to do your work, you must do your weapon. A sickle is a weapon for cutting wheat. If you don’t have a good weapon, you won’t be able to win a battle. My father firmly believes in this, so the sharpness of the sickle can squint your eyes in the sun. In the next few days, the strong dry and hot wind blowing from the south ran past the ripe wheat, and the golden waves chased and spread to the horizon. The wheat was ripe and turned into the color of the sun from head to toe.

Opening a sickle is equivalent to declaring war on the golden waves of wheat. Handfuls of wheat, a cage of wheat, and pieces of wheat fall down as the sickle rises and falls, lying comfortably in the arms of the earth. From a distance, the wheat harvester is submerged in the golden ocean, like a black dot moving slowly. In fact, this is the most tiring time.

The scorching sun was scorching; the dusty heat on the ground was steaming. Sweat was flowing, which made the eyes hurt; the clothes had been soaked, and a handful of water could be twisted out. It seemed like a long time to bend over, and it hurts when straightening up, and it was also painful when bent down. It had to persevere, persevere, and hope to cut to the ground earlier. At this moment, the distant land was full of infinite charm, like a happy and victorious shore. When cut to the ground, the young man who could not bear it was either lying on the ground, or straightening up to look at the blue sky for a while, and then hurriedly joining the "fight" again.

Because my father had already turned back and cut a large piece into the field. In order to avoid the scorching sun in the morning, he often got up at four or five o'clock every morning and took advantage of the coolness of the morning to cut more wheat. At around ten o'clock in the morning, the cut wheat was piled up, tied into pieces, loaded into a car, and transported to the threshing ground. On the threshing ground, mountains of gold stood up in an instant.

At dusk, among the mountains of gold, seven or eight-year-old children climbed up and down, hiding and playing hide-and-seek, and had many wheat wisps on their clothes, but they didn't feel any pain. After more than ten days, the wheat in the field disappeared, revealing neat wheat stubble. The earth seemed to have taken off a heavy piece of clothing, which looked very refreshing and quiet.

At this time, the most lively thing was the threshing farm. At first, the wheat was rolled with a roll of rolls, pulled by the old cow, and slowly tidying, and circled after circle. Later, I changed to a small tractor, pulled the suppressor, and ran around. The sun sets in the west, and suddenly the wind blows, which is something I can't find. The hot mood is refreshing and pleasant because of the evening breeze, my father's roar is bold and powerful because of the evening breeze, and the golden wheat grains are also purer and more charming because of the evening breeze. With the good wind, every household races against time.

For a moment, "wolf smoke rose everywhere" and it was very lively. The "wheat" thrown into the air, the wind divided them into two parts, partly like snowflakes, partly like golden beans. Three points of wind and seven points of eyesight, it is not easy to raise the scene. After the show, the father would sometimes put his hands into the pile of wheat, then hold it up and put it under his mouth and kiss it, but his daughter stepped on it with her snow-white feet and said she was walking on the "beach".

Now I think about it, the process of mai Qiu is to listen to his father's teachings. Almost every year, the father always repeats the same words, some are farm proverbs, some are experiences, and some are stories. For example, when cutting wheat, you have to cut one handful of wheat in your hand, and cut one handful of wind upside down, in order to avoid the strong wind; when rolling the wheat, you must roll it with all the rolling on the side, and if you don't need to ask, it's sure to roll it inside. When you are raising the field, you can see the wheat and listen to the wind, and three points of wind and seven points of eye strength.

When we set up the straw pile, we had to go through three times before we could put it on the pile. As for the reason, in the story my father told us. In the past, there was a man named Yu in the village who made a living by burning bricks and had to purchase a large amount of wheat straw every year to attract firewood. People thought that there would be no more wheat grains in the dried wheat straw, but this old man named Yu would siftly siftly 100 kilograms of wheat from the purchased wheat straw every year. More than 100 kilograms of wheat were not a small amount at that time.

In a flash, more than ten years have passed. All of these have become the past and history. With the pace of mechanization, sickles, rolling and threshing fields have withdrawn from the stage of history. But sometimes, the scenes at that time, the joy of life and labor at that time, are like old wine, and it is quite delicious to taste it.

On that day, after the wheat harvest, a friend from my hometown came to see me. I talked about the fatigue and hardship of Mai Qiu. Unexpectedly, this friend actually smiled: "You are old almanac. Now you use a combine harvester. You can collect more than ten acres of wheat in one or two days, and you can get home in one or two days at most. The whole Mai Qiu will be done in four or five days, fast and easy."

Looking at the joyful look on my friends' faces, I couldn't help but sigh at the rapid changes in rural areas in the past decade and the benefits farmers have received. Nowadays, farmers no longer have to face the loess and their backs facing the sky. When they get up at 5 o'clock, they sleep in the middle of the night, and their backs are sore. When they sit at home, the rolled wheat will be transported to their homes.

Reading and writing are cultural life that changes the spiritual quality, and are also self-education and reaching the soul life deep in the spirit. Choosing reading and writing is the enjoyment of my life. I am silent in my leisure and happiness, and looking for living habits and ways to enjoy hobbies and fun. This is not only to expand my horizons and thoughts, but also to enjoy the enlightenment of cultural education wisdom and cultivate spiritual taste and cultural literacy.

"Read more than ten thousand books, and write like a god." Only by reading good books can one purify one's spiritual realm, broaden its horizons, and active thinking. "Work to read and relax in composition." As you read and taste, your heart is filled with a feeling of sweetness, tranquility and beauty. Looking for comfort and tranquility, you won't let vanity occupy my thinking. The coolness and comfort of autumn are even more fantasizing about the wind as a fan, and the swaying leaves dancing with me, allowing me to spend the caress of the season.

Thinking about the coming and going of life, witnessing the natural world with one's own eyes "Life is as brilliant as the summer flowers, and death is as quiet as the autumn leaves". Life is destined to a process, and in the end everything returns to the soil. In life, remember or forget, seek a gentle state of words and keep a window of quiet and beautiful years.

In the complex world, the world is tired and the world is entangled, and the world is entangled, and can gain a transcendent state of mind, enjoy a pure tranquility, forget those cool years, like this pure and elegant feeling, and add a pure emotion to the quiet night. It is a kind of beauty of the realm, a calm beauty, and a quiet beauty.

I was surprised at the contrast between the pursuit in my heart and the perception of things. Things move with my heart, and the mind is born with a realm. When I recall the seasons, autumn has both the beauty of freedom and freedom, and the beauty of desolation, which brings people a different mood of arrogance and desolation. People need a quiet harbor and a shore for rest. Words are moods, memories; experiences, and looking back, and the destination of the soul. Only by being dyed by the ink fragrance of words can we better eliminate vulgarity and refine our own Bodhi time.

Like words, foster elegance in loneliness, and concret inner feelings in silence. People who like words exude a strong and light fragrance of books from the inside to the outside. Elegance and profound beauty penetrate into their bones are also the embodiment of accumulating cultural cultivation and quality of life, and it is also a positive and elegant state of life. Being an elegant person should be the most noble state in your life. Use an elegant mind to get close to nature, beautiful and profound meaning; use an elegant mood to understand society, simple and affectionate; use an elegant attitude to accept the world, vast and profound.

In life, one must have his own love and interests. When relieving the messy mood, place his heart in the quiet words, read the wonderful and intimate beautiful articles and resonant words, so that the soul can keep up with his footsteps, like smelling a quiet orchid blooming silently, the fragrance of flowers blows over his nose, like a gurgling stream, coolness blows over his face and penetrates his heart.

I gradually developed the hobby of reading, writing articles, and the ambition to cultivate myself and cultivate my nature. Time is shallow, and writing a true prose is the best heart-speaking and soul-soothing. When the accumulated words in my heart have nowhere to be told, words are the most sensible partner. When obedient characters flow out at the fingertips, depressed thoughts are released and excreted, and the clouds are filled with sorrow, and the wind and clouds are dispersed lightly.

The soul wanders in the words, the heart is washed in the sea of ​​text, feel the purity of the wind and clouds, and senses the comfortable and elegant feelings. How happy and comfortable? It is entangled with books and lingering with words. In the quiet passing years, the days are bright and plump, the steps are down-to-earth and light, the face is young and bright, and the mind is clear and clear.
Chapter completed!