Horn on the threshing floor
When I was a child, I was looking forward to autumn. Because I can hear the familiar horn sound on the threshing floor again.
The threshing floor is in the southeast of the village, about two acres of land. The rice knocked down a few days ago was scattered in piles in the field. In the evening, my friends and I played on the threshing floor. In the dim light, we shuttled between the big and small rice piles and played hide-and-seek games. Watching the threshing floor in the moonlight is quite mysterious. During the day, adults harvest rice in the fields. In the evening, they all hold forks in twos and threes, some are talking about this year's harvest, and some are planning tomorrow's work. Come to the stadium one after another. When we got to the ground, we began to show off. Putting the field is to spread the collected rice stalks evenly on the ground. At that time, there was no threshing machine, so all the fields were threshed with cattle. The threshing floor is where cows drag wooden shafts made of stones and roll rice stalks back and forth repeatedly, and the rice grains naturally fall. Adults are laying rice stalks, cows are eating grass, of course, it is new straw, and cows have eaten new rice seeds before us. I envy you. Uncle Niu also had dinner, which Mrs Niu brought from home. He also brought the clothes that Uncle Niu wore at night. Uncle Niu reminded me that it is thick here and thin there while eating. The fields are ready, and the children have all gone home with the adults. Only Uncle Niu and Niu are left on the field. There is a simple shed by the field, with a mast lamp hanging in front of it, but the light is dim.
The curved moon hung in the sky, giving off a faint silver light, scattered on the earth and covered uncle Niu and Niu. The threshing floor makes a slight vibration sound under the rolling of the spindle. There is a refreshing fragrance of rice in the air. The wind is very strong, and the slight southeast wind gently caresses Uncle Niu. Looking at the rice fields, Uncle Niu's heart was filled with joy. He talks big. The song is hidden and present, high and low. Pulled out the farmers' yearning and longing for a better life. Cow songs are like lullabies. People are working in Daiyue, and in a few days, I can eat new rice again. I fell asleep quietly. Of course I slept soundly.
Late at night, a figure came to the sidelines from far and near. Is the captain of the production team. Today, the captain is on duty. The captain and the accountant take turns on duty. He came to the sidelines, bent down, grabbed a handful of straw, touched it, left it behind and patted it with both hands.
Can we turn over the field? Turning the field is to turn the straw below to the top and continue to crush it.
All right, go back and call someone!
The captain went back to the village with one foot deep and one foot shallow. In a short time, the same person came to the court with a fork. Everyone turned the field in silence and order. The captain also oiled the masthead lamp.
The bugle sounded again and continued to reverberate on the threshing floor. ......
Now, I often think of the threshing floor and the impressive horn, and the melody seems to still reverberate in my ears. Whenever I think of this, I can't help but come to the sidelines and look at this threshing floor that brings hope to people. Fortunately, the threshing floor is still there, not occupied, and the spindle for grinding millet is still lying there However, I can only find the song of the cow in my memory.