Fanxing | Hope Field

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In May of the lunar calendar, the joint harvesting machine bombarded, and the pushing out of the wheat field was shuttled back and forth. Half a day, dozens of acres of wheat land were harvested cleanly. On the same day, Mai Xiang was moved from Tian Yan to the hospital, and the venue listed the glittering "pyramids" accumulated by wheat grains. "The Tian family is leisurely, and the May people are busy. The night comes to the south wind, the wheat covers the yellow yellow. Bai Juyi's writing was very different from the fields in the summer season today. Mechanized operation replaced artificially harvesting wheat, and the annoyance of farming has already been painted.

Farewell to the old family who had farewell to the stress of Jiayu, came to the harvested wheat land very self -disciplined and picked up the remaining wheat ears. Pick up carefully. Bend over again and again, cut the full braid -like wheat ears with scissors, and worked hard for a long time, and the collapsed woven bag bulged. The mother took the heavy bag and said happily that we took the wheat ears for a few days and knocked it into powder. It is estimated that there were four or five pounds. The hair buns, the whole family had breakfast for a week. The most incredible is the uncle next door. Holding two eggs with eggs to Mai Di, as if taking the child to the banquet, the hen pecks the scattered wheat grains little by little in the wheat land. Their thin golden claws opened the bow to the left and right to open the wheat straw, while eating, and also made a joyful "grunt" sound in their mouths, as if they were granting and thanking the hospitality owner over and over again.

A wooden sign that is high in the field, with ten big black characters with big buckets, with unquestionable majesty: protecting cultivated land, we have no choice. Like ten soldiers with real bullets, they were close to each other. People live on food and keep the grain field, which is to keep the "family bottom" and be talented. Tianye is there, hope is there.

No wonder, Mr. Yuan Longping, "Daishen", will be surprised to find in the dream that the rice grows is as tall as sorghum, the ears of rice are as long as the broom, and the rice is as large as peanut rice. Below it is cool. Such a dream of romanticism, the vastness and mystery of the earth, as well as the love and affection of the cultivator for the land, are brilliant.

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