A series of gullies divide the plateau slope into fragments.The upper and lower sides of a main ditch are connected into several large and small branch ditches.Looking from a distance, the main ditches and branch ditches are just like the protruding tendons on the naked chest of an old man.The Nanyuanyuanpo, which is divided by the main ditch and the branch ditch, presents strange relief-like compositions, some of which are like galloping horses, some of which are like flying eagles, and some of which are like lying down. Some old cows are like smooth doves, some are like ferocious crocodiles, and some are like clumsy and docile hens... The vast Nanyuanyuanpo is like an incomparable art gallery, showing the great masters of modern art. Their perverted shapes...

On the steep faults in the gully, there are yellow, red, white, and brown soil layers; on the gentle slopes and in the bottom of the ditch, there are green weeds and reeds, and one or several aspens or Ailanthus ailanthus sprang up sparsely Tree.On the slopes between the ravines, there are strip fields covered with ripe yellow wheat.Now, no matter whether you look east or west, you can only see two colors, the yellow of the wheat that wraps the slope in large patches, and the green of the weeds in the ravines between the large patches of yellow.Yellow and green are intertwined, but not mixed, yellow is yellow, green is green; The green of this mountain world was overthrown and turned into a golden yellow symbolizing abundance to dominate the world, and the green was squeezed into the narrow gaps.

Zhao Peng was standing on a small ridge in this vast golden world, sitting on a wheelbarrow cart under his buttocks, smoking a cigarette, intoxicated by the grandeur in front of him.Such a spectacular natural scene can only appear once a year, and the time is extremely short.Within three to five days, this complete picture was cut to pieces by the gleaming sickle in the peasant's hand, and then completely shaved off, just like the bald head of the old peasant with a razor.This rich and luxurious scene disappeared, and the ugliest true colors on the slopes of the Loess Plateau were completely exposed.The naked and ugly face has to be maintained until the end of autumn and the beginning of winter before it can be covered by a touch of green from the current winter wheat.

How many years have I not seen this magnificent scene of wheat yellow season!Since he stepped into the threshold of Northwestern Polytechnical University, he has never had the opportunity to witness the scene of wheat harvesting in Yuanpo, his hometown. It has been more than 20 years!In the summer harvest season in the past, he didn't have to worry about harvesting the wheat, that was the job of the production team leader and all the male and female members of the team.He only came back on Sunday to do a little housework for his parents, siblings and wife who harvested and milled wheat, and then rode to work again in the afternoon.This year is different, the land is contracted to households, and he can no longer study the issue of "crankshaft quenching" quietly in that heat treatment workshop.The engineer in the factory took care of him, his family in the countryside, and allowed him to go home to harvest wheat for more than ten days off.Now, holding a sickle in his hand, and pushing a wheelbarrow, he threw himself into the ravines and mountains.

Narrow paths zigzag from the ditches to the top of the slope. Here and there, scattered people are walking on the paths, waving sickles in the wheat fields.It's not yet the flood season of harvest, and the scene of people cheering and horses screaming can't yet appear.The best state of wheat ripening still needs a little heat.Looking from a distance, it is a piece of golden yellow, but when you walk to the ground, you can see that the live color on the ears of wheat has not faded.Peeling and kneading in the palm of the hand, blowing off the awn and chaff, the new wheat grains in the palm of the hand are still swollen.His family's half-acre field of wheat is exposed to the limelight again on a dry beam at the top of the slope. His wife Shuqin has seen it yesterday, and it is already ripe, and the sickles are ready today.She ordered him to clean up the sunning scene at the door of the house in the morning, and went to collect the wheat by herself, and asked him to haul the wheat after breakfast.

The light blue mist permeates the valley slopes in the distance, gradually getting thicker from near to far.The sun has risen in the blue sky on the top of Dongyuan, but it can't get rid of the gray-blue air that looks like fog but not fog on the wheattops in the far distance.The temperature began to rise suddenly, and there were waves of hot air flowing on the plateau slope. The calls of summer insects in the wheat field became more and more dense. shaking up... He put the cart made of a belt on his shoulder, held the wooden handle of the cart with both hands, and worked together with his legs and shoulders to push the cart up the steep path step by step.He looked at the scenery of Yuanpo in front of him, but what he recalled in his mind was the memory of his childhood.How strange!The clear and crisp sound of summer insects did not seem to enter his ears from the wheat fields on the left and right at all, but seemed to flow from his heart into his brain, and then spread from his ears to space, as if his heart had long been there. Buried is a tape of summer insects singing that I recorded from this slope when I was a child...

Holding my breath, I pushed aside the dense ears of wheat with both hands, lifted my foot gently, and landed carefully, almost without a sound, the sharp wheat awns made my arms and wrists itchy, and I didn't dare to change my other hand Come and scratch, despite being seamlessly cautious and careful, the green grasshopper crawling on a wheat ear two steps away, jumped to the ground a second before he reached out and snapped it. Secrets and concealment suddenly become worthless and necessary. What is needed is to keep a close eye on the grasshoppers fleeing in panic on the wheat roots, rush on them desperately, step on all stumbling straws, and cover them with both hands accurately. , Hold on to that lovely emerald-like green grasshopper, the biggest temptation in the world has turned into that elf.Just when this crucial buckle was about to be carried out, his back collar was grabbed.

The powerful fist, as hard as steel, rested on the back of his neck, and with a jerk lift, he was lifted up in the air, thrown out of the wheat field, and fell to the grass beside the ground.He raised his head and saw that Uncle Lengwa was staring at the bull's eye, and he raised his clenched fist the size of a rose to hit it down. He retracted his neck sadly, closed his eyes, and waited for the unavoidable blow.However, the hand went from above the head to the back, and with a gust of wind, it landed on the buttocks, and he grinned in pain on the grass. "Damn you! I called you a bastard to spoil my wheat! I have to break your dog leg today..."

Uncle Lengwa jumped, cursed, spittle splashed, his face was as black and red as cured meat... unlucky!Why did you accidentally touch her hand?He didn't regret any mistakes in catching grasshoppers, but regretted that he was too careless. Before stepping into the wheat field, he should first see if the owner is nearby... "Speak! Do you still dare to spoil the wheat? Tell me about it!" Uncle Lengwa grabbed his horse mane and covered his hair and said, "I'll take you to find your father—" He panicked.Spanking, he can bear it; pulling his hair, gritting his teeth and it's over; he is the most timid Lengwa pulls him to find an adult, the lesson has been learned: father's punishment is ten times more severe than Lengwa!He repeatedly begged for mercy: "Uncle Leng Wa, I don't dare to grieve anymore..."

"Hey! You Broken Bear still calls me by my nickname..." As soon as Leng Wa's hand was strong, he seemed to feel that his scalp was about to be peeled off. He cried out in pain, and quickly changed his words, calling Leng Wa by her official name: "Uncle Zhijie... Good Lord..."" "Is it Uncle or Grandpa?" Leng Wa couldn't help laughing, "I'll give you a hammer!" The big iron-like hand was released, and he jumped up suddenly, ran along the path, a hundred steps away, stood on the ledge, and roared: "Lengwa—two poles! Two poles— — Lengba! I will come to catch grasshoppers tomorrow..."

Leng Wa was so angry that she jumped up and down, throwing stones at him.Then how can you fight?Seeing Leng Wahou's anxious look, he laughed and danced like revenge... He pushed the car, thinking of his naughty childhood, he laughed too.The annual wheat harvest season is a grand and joyful festival for rural children.As soon as the sickle sounded, the hard and astringent buns with glutinous rice noodles abdicated from the dinner plate, replaced by soft and sweet wheat noodles.The most interesting thing is that the children use the stalks of new wheat to weave various kinds of cages, some are rectangular, separated in the middle, like a row of huts; Hanging on the trouser belt, hanging behind the buttocks, running all over the mountains and fields chasing the sound of grasshoppers; in the evening, somersaulting and wrestling in the wheat grass nest where the wheat grains have been crushed, the adults can't help reprimanding them, and they play and play as much as they can , the intoxicating fragrance and sweet smell of the straw! The horse ditch is even more fun.There is a clear spring flowing in the ditch all year round, and the vegetation is lush. It is the first place for children to mow grass and herd cattle.There is a sand beam in the middle of the ditch, which is full of red sand grains, so bare that no grass grows.He and his partners cut a basket full of green grass, climbed to the top of the sand beam, and slid down from the top, as fast as an arrow, feeling fluttering in his heart. It's just that the pants are worn out, and I can't escape my mother's scolding... Now, he is an engineer in a factory with more than 1,000 employees. Especially in today's social life where knowledge is beginning to be valued, a middle-aged technician like him is quite popular in the factory.He published three papers in the "Heat Treatment" magazine, and mastered three foreign languages: Russian, English, and Japanese. In the factory, he especially envied and admired those young workers whose studies had been delayed by ten years of turmoil.The leader had already talked to him, and he was drafted as the candidate for the factory's new "four modernizations" cadres. Now, with a cart made of cowhide hanging on his shoulders, he is pushing this wheelbarrow, which may have been passed down from the Zhou Dynasty, to the plateau to pull wheat. Advanced technology cannot solve the problem of wheat transportation, only strength is needed here. Engineer Zhao Peng was out of breath and sweating profusely when he pushed the empty cart onto the dry beam.He saw at a glance that his wife Shuqin was squatting in the wheat field, holding the straw in her left hand, waving the sickle in her right hand, just cutting the ground, straightened up, wiped the sweat from her face, and smiled sweetly at him...