The corn on the Loess Plateau is ripe, and Tian Guihua's heart is drunk.

In September, the corn in Yuan Shang is ripe.

The curtain of the autumn harvest was opened, and people in every household began to get up early and get greedy for the dark again. The old man in the village said: In September, all the embroidered mothers upstairs will come down to break corn!

At dusk, around the headland, cornfields gather in your field of vision. Piece by piece, slope by slope, Sichuan and mountain hand in hand ... Suddenly, the burning clouds slowly injected the golden luster of the sunset into the earth, and the whole loess plateau burned. Corn plants are covered with the glory given by God. Looking around for a long time in golden suits, the corn field has become the most intense and prosperous place for flame burning.

Another year, time has given the Loess Plateau a golden mountain.

Flame! So proud, happy and full, it burns my eyes again and again. Reminds me of the swirling galaxy in Van Gogh's eyes, which slowly rotates to make the night so charming and gentle; At this moment, squatting on the loess high slope, the burning flame deeply penetrated the bronze skin of the loess people. In that bitter and barren land, only such a color can force out the hardships and desolation that a person has lived in for a long time.

Corn harvest season, all over the mountains, people shaking!

Canvas bags and wicker baskets are neatly placed under the eaves; Wipe the sickle and shovel, eager to try; In the warehouse, it is clean, waiting for the grain bag to sit at the table; Agricultural tricycles and tractors suddenly began to heat up, and it was no problem to work all day at once.

When I was teaching in Yuan Shang, there was a shortage of people who broke corn at this time. My family will call me on weekends and ask me, "Do you make up lessons for students?"

I suddenly guessed that there was something in the conversation and asked me to go home and help break the corn!

People in their thirties and forties have a stomach to eat and a heart to think about things! On Saturday, I got on the bus and went for a ride along the mountain road, ready to throw off my arm and do something big.

At the door of my house, when the old yellow dog sees me, he will always say hello first: I'm so busy that people come so late! It is so late ...

Suddenly, I shook my arm and gestured with pectoralis major. The old yellow dog knew at a glance that maybe he didn't come to gather people this time. Soon the cloudy day cleared up and the color in his nose was no longer strong. He wrapped around my feet and shook his long tail affectionately.

Go over and take out the key to the gate from the kennel.

As soon as I entered the gate, I saw at a glance that everything was ready for me. On the rope in the yard, the suit and tie were replaced by "work clothes"; In the kitchen, cover the lid and all the food and drink are ready: oil steamed bread, egg soup and thousand-layer cake; More often, there are a few corn cobs on the plate on the stove. The noodles are not full and delicious: tender, sweet and delicious. My mother specially picked this from the seaside!

After eating, a cup of apricot skin tea on the chopping board was poured into my stomach, and the fatigue on the way vanished and I felt comfortable all over, like climbing a mountain with the moon in one breath, and one hundred mu of corn was about to break.

A person who grew up in the countryside and suffered a lot from snacks must pretend to be a walk-on and a tiger no matter where he works! Never be lazy. At this moment, I won't sit by the fire and chew corn cob all morning to delay my work time. Instead, I will quickly change into work clothes, put a shovel under my arm and chew along the way, as if I can't wait to break the time in half!

As soon as my brother saw me through the corn leaves, he said loudly, "Our staff is here!" " "

Knowing that I came a little late, I was sarcastic. At that time, my brother was a big man, a head taller than me, and I never dared to hit him again. Once the "war" started, it was me who paid a heavy price, so it seemed so helpless.

The mother smiled all over her face and stole a look at her brother: "Without saying a word, are you afraid of supporting the dead?"

I snorted and replied to my brother in a happy tone: "I will be happy after another meal!" "

On the court, the sleeves are woven and the trouser legs are pulled: the appearance of a big fight! Don't live up to mom's encouragement just now!

In the wild, I am not like other workers: three minutes of heat. It is still the sentence that Zhuang farmers talk about: the power of the mouth. Of course, corn can't see that you are a worker. Hang the corn cob almost as high as your shoulder. When you break off, you don't bow your head or stand on tiptoe, and you break off without jumping. At this moment, along the deep and shallow furrow, hunched, tiptoed and turned left and right, broke off this corn cob and found another one hidden behind, which made you have to start all over again.

Sometimes, the long corn leaves always slap me once or twice, which makes me hate it! In other words, the long leaves turned into a golden knife, as if there were no eyes, rubbing one or two fingers on my chubby cheek like a troublemaker and killing a person alive.

Suddenly, I felt irritable and painful on my face.

At first, I was not far away from people who worked in the same place, but then I slowly opened the distance. This distance always feels like the distance between a person and loess, and the distance between a person and people in a place is getting farther and farther, which has become a "handle" that a person can't do.

Whenever my brother can't see me, there is a sharp and sarcastic voice: "Where did people go? They won't go to school secretly! "

"Don't forget, today is Saturday, and the students are not here!"

In the production team, if a person meets a captain like my brother, I can't live any longer, which makes life even more annoying: my brother has many tricks and suddenly flashes behind me to further break up.

"Where are your eyes looking at? Such a big stick has fallen. "

"If you meet Wang Er as the production captain."

"I will definitely shout' shit eater'!"

My brother's last words were loud, long and powerful. Suddenly, my face was flushed and burned like pig blood.

At the moment, behind the dense corn stalks, I am eager for my father to dig more eyes!

My parents are both in their sixties and seventies, and they have suffered all their lives. They walk unsteadily, but when they pick up the corn, their hands are as neat as knives, and there is a sound of "Chengcheng" in their ears. Rod after rod of golden corn was thrown into the basket, and they turned and turned quickly.

Baskets of corn cob were dumped on agricultural tricycles near the ground. Bag the car when it is full and put it on the long ridge.

At first glance, everyone's face was covered with sweat, corn stigma, grass seeds and dirt. My brother gave me a look, put his hand over his mouth and smiled derisively.

I wonder what medicine is buried in the gourd: slow leisure or less hard work? I was puzzled, too, and couldn't help muttering, "I haven't seen anyone, what's so funny!" " "

The cool breeze blows gently, and this inexplicable laughter feels like countless ants crawling on my face!

My parents also smiled and said to me, "Be careful when you break up. No corn leaf scissors, just as sharp. You didn't suffer too much. It will be much faster to come to the field to help. "

I walked two steps at a time, walked to the tractor and looked in the mirror. I was shocked: it seemed that someone had painted it on purpose. Think about it, you can't cut it so well with a knife! Just like the great painter Van Gogh, the Milky Way naturally spins many thin lines on a person's face.

After a while, the younger brother pretended to be serious and said, "The cultivators will laugh to death. Don't say that the corn leaves were scratched, just say that Liu Jiagong's cat dug them with its claws! " "Then, he added glibly:" Standing on the platform and saying' labor is the happiest', my face was not cut by corn leaves, but dug by the old Liu cat. "

Suddenly, people burst into laughter. The golden wind blows. Although my brother is cynical, I always feel that this kind of pain in the world should be called happiness.

When pieces of corn were broken off, a sack of corn on the ridge had many yards, so we began to load it into the car!

When loading corn, there was one person in the car and two people stood under the car. Under the car, two people stood on both sides, grabbed the bag with their hands, and then shouted together, "One, two, three, go!" " "The bag flew to the car, and the people in the car picked it up and loaded it. Next, there is another sentence: "one, two, three, go!" " ……

I'm afraid of shame if I can't do such a job! In my brother's words, "if someone throws a bag into the car, it will be difficult." Anyway, it is not a work-related injury. "

When the yard turned into a hill, the car rushed home.

In the past, carrying or carrying a burden! It's very convenient now. The road is forty or fifty arms wide, and many people have cars, tractors or agricultural tricycles. Think about it, the cars are piled high, and then a car full of corn bags is tied with ropes. Let's take the corn home obediently!

Chug chug. ..... The tractor was too excited to control itself. Along the winding mountain road, I returned with a full load. Along the way, the mountains and rivers in the north came to me, and the joy of harvest on the land filled my eyes.

In the garden, one person after another climbed the high autumn, passed by and greeted with a smile; The ups and downs of happiness, like a warrior returning home in triumph, are full of infinite respect for those who have gained. A cow, standing on the side of the road, exaggerated eyes as if to say: who moved back in such a big autumn?

In the yard, you will see a round golden pagoda surrounded by corn, for fear of accidentally knocking it open and then enclosing it with iron nets. In the field, some people put corn cobs horizontally one by one, layer by layer, and it becomes a corn wall! Of course, this kind of work can't be packaged casually, only people with good hearts can do it! Otherwise, the code was coded, and only one sound was heard. All the corn ran away and flooded the field.

If there are many people, let the corn dry faster, string the corn one by one with a rope and hang it under the highest eaves. What about the house with the highest roof? I walked around the yard and saw the tallest room, so I hung it on the rafters of the room in a string. When I looked around, golden times in the mountains stood tall.

The tired people have fallen asleep.

When the wind came, gold began to blow into the sky, and the dream-like thing extended to the next spring.

Live happily or die happily for this yellow land! How worthwhile it is in the eyes of cultivators.