In the early morning, I heard the cry of cuckoo cuckoo in the haziness. My mother who got up early opened the curtains, and a cool morning breeze blew in. I seemed to be able to smell the fragrance of wheat, and I opened my eyes hard. With my eyes, I felt the warm sunlight shining on the curtains, and I felt the feeling of my childhood again, warmth, reality, and nature. When I opened my eyes hard again, I found that my mother next to me was still sleeping soundly, and the curtains were still blocking the sunlight and breeze. It turned out that I was dreaming just now. The sound of the cuckoo reached my ears again. It turned out that this dream was caused by the cuckoo. I closed my eyes and began to compose my childhood dreams.
In the early morning, on the way to the fields, we carried sickles on our backs. The breeze mixed with the cuckoo’s call greeted us, and the adults walked briskly to welcome the harvest. During the season, we were woken up by our parents before dawn, rubbing our hazy eyes and dragging heavy steps behind us. When we arrived at the field, the endless wheat fields were shining brilliantly under Chen Sheng's sun, as if we were entering a dreamlike golden empire. The fragrance of ripe wheat filled our senses, and the heavy ears of wheat made a rustling sound in the breeze. It makes people feel at ease with the harvest. The sound of cuckoo cuckoo came from time to time, and our children naughtily followed suit. Cuckoo cuckoo scared the cuckoo on the tree and flew away with its wings flapping.
Parents and neighbors began to swing their sickles through the fields. Our sisters started to take action with sickles that were almost as tall as ourselves, but no matter how hard we tried, we couldn't catch up with them. So I ran to my mother to change the sickle. I felt that my sickle was too dull, but after changing my mother's sickle, I was still lagging behind, so I ran to change the sickle with my father. After running around like this, I was even further behind, so I simply stopped cutting and went to my parents. Hiding in the wheat field next to me, calling them and asking them to guess where I am? Our parents were so tired and sweating that they couldn't care about us. They just followed us along. One after another, our parents got a little angry and sent us to play elsewhere. So we went to catch a kind of small bug called "golden monkey" in the haystack next to the wheat field. They were blue and shiny. When we caught one, we put it in a small bottle. After the bottle was full, we put it in a small bottle. Fall them all to the ground and let them run southeast, northwest, and look at the beautiful colors on their bodies. It's strange, children are not afraid of bugs, but now I will never touch those bugs again.
It’s almost noon, the sun is getting more and more scorching, my parents are already sweating profusely, and their arms and necks are dotted with wheat ears, which is very unbearable. My mother worked in a state agency, and her delicate hands had gone through a period of growth and became a lot rougher. At that time, my father always said that he had harmed my mother. I didn’t quite understand it. When I grew up, I understood a little bit. Isn’t this the other side of love? A way of expression that makes people feel more at ease than I love you. As children at that time, we did feel happy, but our parents worked very hard. But when they saw the neat piles of wheat, everyone was filled with joy.
Later, with the harvester, we no longer had to cut wheat. Later, I went to school outside. When I came back one year, my mother said that there was no land in the family and it had been acquired. , there seemed to be a trace of disappointment in his tone. On the contrary, I was glad in my heart. Firstly, they no longer had to work hard, firstly they had subsidies, and thirdly, it was my own vanity that caused the trouble. My grandfather was a hero in resisting U.S. aggression and aiding Korea, so he was naturally assigned a job when he came back. My mother also went to school and found a job in Beijing. As for my mother who once lived and worked in Beijing, why did she come back later? Why did she get a good job even after she came back? I still have to go to the fields to do my job, which I don’t understand. At that time, I just wanted to regain the life that my mother should have had. So I'm actually glad for something like this.
Later, I strived for the top in school, fought for a small honor at work, and felt sad and disappointed. Later, my boyfriend left because of a better future, and my parents He started introducing me to my boyfriend everywhere, going on blind dates under pressure, listening to the other person's bragging, and answering the other person's questions: What kind of job does he have, where did he graduate, and how tall is he? How much do you weigh? How much is the salary? Where to work? Why not bring it back? At that time, I really felt that blind date was simply a bragging contest and a transaction. Later, my mother's health deteriorated again. I felt like I had no self during that time.
One weekend, a man carried his bag and ran to a field full of wheat seedlings. He sat in the wheat field, buried his head and cried bitterly. Wiping away my tears, I found patches of green wheat seedlings swaying randomly in the breeze, seeming to be calling to me. The sunset warmly caressed my face. I walked step by step on the wheatgrass. It seemed that I had returned to my childhood. It turns out that nature can make people so relaxed. At this time, I don’t have to care about honor. , don’t care about salary, don’t care about other people’s eyes, don’t care about everything, at this time I only feel myself.
Suddenly I seemed to understand my parents’ attachment to the earth, and I also seemed to understand some of the reasons why my mother came back, because of love, love for the earth, and love for my father. love. So when someone leaves you, don't ask why, because that's not called love.
Some love is so deep and yet so plain. It reaches the depths and melts into our bones and blood. We sigh loudly and suddenly find that we cannot express love.