Will you go home to harvest wheat this year?

Every year in June, the weather is getting hotter, and the sun is getting vicious. On the way to the suburbs, there are large golden wheat fields on the roadside, and dry winds blow, and the wheat waves are rustling. The full ears of wheat bent the pole, as if waiting for the harvest moment with respect and humility. At this time, the roar of the harvester was faintly heard in the distance, and it was getting closer and closer. The familiar scene in front of me brought my thoughts back to the wheat harvest season when I was a child.

I remember when I was a child, whenever the wheat was harvested, the school would take a period of vacation and let me go home to help my parents.

I remember when I was a child, whenever I was harvesting wheat, my father would come back from a distant place where he worked and go home to help my mother harvest wheat.

I remember when I was a child, when I was harvesting wheat, the weather was very hot, and I had to work in the fields every day, which made my back ache and my legs hurt.

I remember when I was a child, when I was harvesting wheat, I still used a sickle to harvest it one by one. In the sun, I cut it from one end to the other step by step. I felt that I was going to get heatstroke, but I gritted my teeth and persisted, because I couldn't let my sister and brother laugh at Miss Jiao, who couldn't work.

I remember when I was a child, every time I harvested wheat, I cut it with a sickle, then tied it with a rope, and then pushed it home with a cart. After all the wheat was cut, I could play the field. Playing games is the most interesting job, sometimes during the day and sometimes at night. Anyway, a team is just a machine, which keeps running day and night and has to queue up.

Every time there is a fight, several families play together, and my mother will prepare white sugar water and beer. At that time, when I was tired from work, I felt very happy to drink a big bowl of white sugar water. After the game, I roll on the straw, play, even dig holes and hide-and-seek, and accidentally fall asleep in it.

As I grew up, I did less and less work. The school didn't let me go home to collect wheat on holiday any more, and it was getting farther and farther away from my hometown. Every time I collected wheat, I could only call to say hello. Later, I finally didn't have to cut the wheat by hand. We used a harvester and collected the wheat in the field, just pulling it home to dry.

when I was a child, when I was drying wheat, my parents always gave me the job of going to the wheat, that is, I had to walk among the wheat in the middle and turn over the wheat with my feet. If the weather changed, for example, it was going to rain suddenly, I had to harvest the wheat quickly. At that time, drying McKee was on the roof or in the field of his own house. When the weather was fine, it would not be collected at night, and someone would just watch it. It is also a romantic thing to watch the moon and stars on the wheat at night!

I heard that the wheat in my hometown is about to ripen, and I suddenly want to go home to harvest wheat. Because my parents are old, I can't carry bags of wheat so easily anymore, because my parents are old and I can't work day and night as before!

I want to go home to harvest wheat?