[Qinghai Online Network · Prose] The disappearing beating the wheat field

Today, every time I go back to my hometown, I have to pass by the wheat field belonging to our village in our village, because the path near the west side of the wheat field is a path I must go home. There is no way to go. But every time I see the wheat field I was familiar with, my heart couldn't help but have a faint sorrow.

This sadness, because of seeing the Maichang, I remembered my father and mother who had worked hard in the wheat field. Although they had died for many years, they saw that everything seemed to see everything. It happened yesterday. The hard -working figure of my father and mother came to my mind, making me tears. The other point is because the Mai Farm is no longer the one I am familiar with the wheat field. It has been dismembered alive and divided into several pieces. Although each piece is so closely connected, it is affiliated with it. Different masters, they are like a stranger, and they can't help but make my heart feel as painful as a knife.

Every time, I hurriedly passed by beside the wheat field, but every time I couldn't help but look back at the wheat field.

Remember that since the implementation of the land contract responsibility system, it is the only thing that exists as a collective property as a collective property that has existed as a collective property. It has been so many years. The most concerned thing in my heart. The reason why I care about it is because although it is in the event, it is too many to record my childhood dream and witness the joy and sorrow on my growth. Silence was silent, but it was quietly printing every footprint I stepped on it. It was the most difficult years in the journey of my life with me.

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My childhood years are inseparable from the wheat field. The wheat field enriches my childhood life, but I deeply print it in my mind. In my childhood memory, the wheat field is the paradise in the hearts of my friends.

In the spring, most of the afternoon after the afternoon, my friends and I played the game of kicking dumplings and skipping ropes on the wheat field. Before the game starts, we often divide the friends into two groups by "stones and cloth". Any group of "stones" is a group, and "cloth" is another group. The result of the game is mainly to win with the quantity. The number of kicked tweezers or the number of rope jumps is large, so it is determined that the set of victory is determined. The victory group can make a simple requirement as you want to complete the losing group. At that time, we mostly let the group of friends who lost the groups who had wins the group of friends around the wheat field. After the end of the game, we reunited again, and then played. It was not until the sun fell to the mountain that it was a bit unhappy to carry the schoolbag home.

In summer, especially after dinner, we played the eagle and catch the chicken in the pitching field. The leader of the big brother or the big sister imitated the harsh cry of the old hen, just like the sound of the battle, the signal that the little friends immediately gathered. After the small partners gather, the game of the eagle catch the chicken officially starts. All the chickens caught by the eagle are arranged by the side. After the eagle captures all the chicks, it will punish the chicks to sing a song or make a few push -ups. After the end of the game, we changed the eagle and hen, and then started the game of the next game. At this time, the little friends shouted, screaming, and laughter fluttered above the wheat field, and instantly broke the tranquility of the summer night. Especially at night, the penetration of this sound is very strong. The mother sitting at home knows when our game starts and when it is over. Our noisy sound disappeared, and our mother knew that our game was over, which means that I had set foot home.

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When I was in junior high school, I began to participate in the farm at home. Among the agricultural, the most important thing is to run the field, and the crushing field cannot be separated from the wheat field. At this time, my understanding of the wheat field rose to a new height. I think: Panmai Field is not just a good place for me and my friends to play games, and it is the most important place for crushing the field. New grains cannot be put into position in time.

The wheat field in our agency was oval, with an area of ​​about 600 square meters. It was the property shared by 15 households in our agency at that time. The wheat field is divided into two parts: the outer circle and the inner circle, and the outer circle is divided into 15 copies. Each family is one. It is a place for each household to pile up wheat piles. The inner circle is common.

After all the crops in the place are harvested, each household pulls its own wheat bundle on the beating field, and a high wheat pile is piled up in the place where it belongs to themselves. The shape of this wheat pile is a bit like a pyramid, with a round bottom and a sharp on top. Each household planned in advance according to the number of own wheat bundles. The place where the wheat dumplings are large, and the wheat dumplings are very high. After everyone settled the wheat dumplings, the 15 households of our agency began to grasp the date and order of the decision to make the venue under the auspices of the president.

The most hard work at that time was the most hard thing, mainly because there was no modern agricultural machinery and equipment like now, and it was done by manpower. The mutual group, everyone helped each other to lined each other. Regardless of the day when the field is crushed, each household in the same agency will help one person to help. This form of mutual gang lasted until the mid -1990s, and it disappeared with the comprehensive popularization of agricultural mechanization. Today, in my mind, there is still such a large crushing scene: on the one hand, a pair of black cows are struggling to turn around, but my father holds a long rushing in one hand. The bull whip, but holding the long rope on the neck around the cow, and continuously trot behind the back of the lush, and the other side is the men and women in the society who come to help the community. The left and right groups, while neatly and loudly shouted "Oh, Oh,", he waved his hands and knocked hard on the spreading wheat.

Finally, with the joint efforts of everyone, when the sunset was down, everything on the wheat field, including the just crushed wheat, grass, and wheat grass, and received the owner's house without landing.

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After going to work, I gradually stopped participating in the agriculture of my hometown. However, at this time, fundamental changes have also undergone a crushing field. The use of modern agricultural machinery and equipment harvesters directly completes the task of harvesting grain from the wheat. From this time, no one was crushing the field in the wheat field, so the wheat field became a furnishings. It was lonely in the center of the village, and it also occupied the best place in the village.

In the past, the wheat field was a must -have place for crushing, so each household cherished and loved it. If someone dares to destroy the wheat field, it will definitely be condemned by everyone, so whether it is adults or children Everyone knows the importance of playing wheat fields, and they dare not invade it. Before each year, the president organizes the villagers in the club to fully flatten it, and carefully shovel all kinds of weeds that grow on it. Those uneven groove marks should carefully clean up those fine stones left on it, and clean the wheat field cleanly, so that it can be dyed, so that it is conducive to crushing the field on it.

At first, the idle wheat field began to actively transform, and unknowingly became a place for villagers to stack debris. Whether it is the formation of domestic garbage in the daily life of the villagers, or the construction waste cleaned up after building a house, or any other garbage, such as: the cow dung and pig's pigs cleaned from the beef coil, The sheep dung cleared in the sheep coil, the burning burning in the cave, and so on, all piled up on the flat and clean wheat field in the past. But this day, the wheat field has only been a few years.

Later, the villagers discovered another important use in the Mai Farm. Mai Mai Farm is a collective land in the society, so some people who have a mind began to calculate to build a villagain on the Mai Farm. Therefore, under the operation of someone else, the ownership of others was transferred to someone by the way of purchasing by money, so soon someone circled Zhuang Kou and covered the house on the pitching.

At this point, the wheat field disappeared completely all over the way. What disappeared was so clean. What disappeared was so thoroughly. Now I ca n’t find any mark of the former wheat field. And about some of the past and bites of me and Mai Farm, mixed with the reluctance of my love to the Mai Farm, and in a special and complex emotion and way, I always stayed in the deepest part of my memory.

Qi Jinde, pseudonym Caochuan, 2022 Qinghai Reading Club signed the author.

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