June every year is the decisive battle season between the college entrance examination and the senior high school entrance examination, and it is also the season of harvesting wheat in my hometown.

My hometown is a remote rural area, and villagers make a living by farming. Wheat and rice are the main grains. The villagers all say that wheat is the best and most convenient crop, because after sowing seeds in autumn, they wait for the next year's harvest without careful fertilization and weeding.

today

2008 is a good year. Looking around, the fields are golden, the breeze is blowing, and waves of wheat waves come and go, which is particularly beautiful under the sunshine. The weather is fine, and the villagers are bending over the wheat with straw hats and sickles.

Cutting wheat in the field. Sister-in-law Liu straightened up and shouted at the lazy little 26 next to her. "You see, if you don't study hard, you can only be an old farmer." "What's the matter with farmers? They work with their own hands and don't steal or rob. " "You are lazy enough to farm.

Is there a good harvest? ""hey, mom, don't worry, I'll try. " "You are a child, you will say, how nice you look at Tingting, whether you are studying or working at home." Liu Chong's mother stuck out her tongue and became old again.

Actually, it's cutting wheat.

My brother and sister and I cut wheat in our own fields, and we all got a lot of suntans on busy days. But we are very happy. Tired, I ran to the ridge and stood for a while, looking at other people's wheat fields, and then

Look at the sun and blue sky. After cutting a piece of land, it is necessary to load a car and take it to the field to thresh wheat. When I was a child, there were no agricultural tractors at home, and they were all pulled by two-wheeled vehicles. Every time my father's shoulder will leave a deep one.

Road sign, that's a thick rope. Later, when I bought an agricultural tractor, my father didn't have to be so tired. Dad is so handsome when driving a tractor. After you pull the wheat into the field, scatter the wheat evenly in the field. Be sure.

Prepare for battle. Threshing is to press the wheat out with pebbles. The villagers' fields are all together, and each field will be piled with tall wheat piles.

Night is coming. There are many little stars in the night sky, frogs, cicadas, tractors dragging stones back and forth, and dad singing. We sat next to the haystack and couldn't see dad clearly, only the fireworks flashing from his mouth. We were very happy.

Mother brought us cold water and dinner with a flashlight. The cold well water tastes very comfortable. Mom made leek boxes and shredded potatoes, which were delicious. Mother said, son, you should study hard and don't have to suffer so much in the future. Mom and dad, we will try our best to make you live a good life in the future.