In the summer of 1993, I had just graduated from junior high school and was anxiously awaiting the announcement of the results of the high school entrance examination. To pass the time, I decided to help my parents with some farm work in their hometown's farmland. It was the busy farming season, and we went out together as a family to harvest the golden rice. Under the hot sun, we were busy in sweat, but our hearts were filled with a sense of accomplishment. of this eraFarmersFor three meals a day, it's really hard and not easy!After the rice is cut down, we will put it in bundlesEars of riceBundle them and pick them together to the threshing floor. Those heavy onesEars of ricePressed against my immature shoulders and made me stumble. Watching the uncles around provokeEars of rice, almost with ease, I can't help but admire. Although their lives are difficult, their attitude has always been optimistic.
Expanding: I remember that summer the sun was very hot, and the scorching sun seemed to scorch the earth. Sweat rolled down his forehead, seeped into his clothes, and soaked his back. With every swing of the sickle, the swaying figure of the rice was cut down, and the golden waves spread out wave by wave, as if to turn the entire field into a **ocean. I can't help but think of the scene in Jin Yong's martial arts** that I liked to watch when I was a child, and I feel like a hero who mows the lawn. Fathers and other uncles wielded sickles and hummed rural songs, full of joy in life. I was amazed by the strength and tenacity they exuded, and I understood itFarmersIt's not easy.
During the busy farming period that year, my sister-in-law stayed at home to take care of the children and did not come out to help. When I got home, I saw that my brother was not there, so I went to my cousin's and sister-in-law's house next door, but I was surprised to find that my cousin-in-law and Uncle Quan, the owner of the grocery store next door, were on TV together, and walked out of the grocery store in a panic, carrying a bottle of soy sauce in their hands. I called out to my cousin-in-law, and when she saw me, she said with an unnatural expression, "Changjin, are you here to buy something?"I bought a bottle of soy sauce. "I asked her to come home and helpCooking, she agreed and hurried away. When I entered the grocery store, the owner, Uncle Quan, also showed an unnatural look, saying that the door was blown shut by the wind. I bought a few bottles of beer and paid for it, and Uncle Quan gave me a few packs of snacks for me to take home for my brother to eat. When I got home, my sister-in-law calmly told me that I had steamed some at her house firstMeat bunsand then come and help meCooking
Expand: I'm full of doubts and puzzles about what happened today. On the way home with a few beers and snacks, I pondered what I had just seen. As a junior high school student, I was just ignorant of the relationship between men and women, and with my limited knowledge, I suddenly realized that this kind of relationship should not appear. For a while, I felt very embarrassed and embarrassed, and regretted why I happened to come to buy alcohol at this time and saw things that I shouldn't see. When I got home, I didn't dare to tell my parents what I saw, but silently handed the snack to my brother, hoping that he wouldn't notice my abnormality. When her sister-in-law returned, she was still calmCooking, nothing out of the ordinary. I know that she chose to keep this secret deep in her heart, not wanting anyone to know. Perhaps, it was a sacrifice she made to maintain a family. I don't know what kind of pain and bitterness is hidden behind the story of my sister-in-law and Uncle Quan, but I know that this secret requires me to keep it a secret.
After harvesting the paddy, our family willEars of riceThe bundles were tied, and they were picked to the threshing floor. There have been many gatherings on the threshing floorFarmersThey were talking and laughing while busy threshing work. The ** in the threshing floor is a dilapidated oneThreshing machine, which rumbles, and rolling gears and hammers keep beating the ears of grain, separating the grains from the stalks. At first, I was a little scared of thatNoiseBig, noisyThreshing machineBut I quickly got used to the environment and started enjoying my time on the threshing floor.
Expanding: I watched as my father and the other uncles picked up the pickaxe and tapped it gentlyThreshing machineThe chaff is moved down little by little along the chute. I can't wait to try it outThreshing machine, my father smiled and instructed me how to put itEars of riceHow to adjust the speed and angle of the machine when feeding into the machine. Although I was in a hurry at first, after a few attempts, I gradually mastered the technique and succeeded in putting bundles togetherEars of riceFeedThreshing machineof the embrace. During the threshing process, I kept talking to my father and othersFarmersThey shared their experiences and stories about the farm, and I listened to them, interjecting from time to time to say that I knew something. This harmonious and joyful atmosphere makes me feel extremely happy. Every time the machine chirps and kicks up a cloud of rice dust, we cheer as if we have won. On the threshing floor, we not only completed the task, but also reaped the friendship and joy of each other.