Help the production team break the corn.

? In the 197s, we had to study engineering and agriculture in addition to classes? At that time, I went to primary school because there was no place to study and work around the army, and it was surrounded by villages and farmland.

These farmland are my favorite places, including wheat fields, corn fields, rape fields, sunflower fields and so on.

? The school informed me to break corn in the field of Binghu No.5 Team tomorrow. Everyone brings their own dry food and a lunch box, and they have to cook at noon. I was so happy that I got up early, took two cakes baked by my mother, took a father's enamel jar that said "Serve the people", carried a military schoolbag and set off with my classmates.

Binghu No.5 Team is not far away. Come out of the army gate, turn left, go up a slope, and then go through a train lane. Come to the threshing ground of Binghu No.5 Team, we lined up, and then the teacher arranged them in pairs and came to the cornfield.

? We divide a row of corn fields every two people in the field. This row is left and right rows of corn, one person in a vertical row, and the end point is the place where the red flag is inserted. The place where the red flag is inserted is far away. When I stand in the field, I can see the far red flag floating. When I enter the corn field, there are corn all around, I can only hold the basket vertically along the corn field, put the broken corn in the basket, and then send it to the place where the red flag is inserted.

? Breaking corn is not a simple matter. The corn stalks are very tall, and we are running around in them. Fortunately, I am tall, or it is very difficult. I grab the corn stalks with both hands and drag them down, and then twist them to break them off. The corn leaves are also very sharp, and my hands will be cut if I am not careful. Some corn stalks will have several knots. Now I am afraid to think about it, and I don't know why I was so energetic at that time.

When I am tired, I sit on the stalk and have a rest. When I rest, I look for thin corn stalks in the corn field. This is my happiest thing. This kind of small corn stalks that have not grown up is particularly sweet. I peel off the skin, break off the corn stalks and put them in my schoolbag. I can eat them at home, which is comparable to sugarcane.

? At noon, we also called it a day and went to the canteen to queue up for cooking. At this moment, a tangy smell floated over, watching the members of the production team copy vegetables with shovels, and took a big pot with wood fire, which contained my favorite Chili chips. It was my turn. I said to my uncle who cooked rice: Uncle gave me more, and my uncle smiled and said it was ok. He filled most of the pots and ate the cakes my mother brought me.

? When weeding is at noon, sweat drips down the soil. Who knows that every meal is hard? This is a portrayal of farmers' work. We should not waste food, but cherish their hard work.

tired and happy, that's me at that time.