Growing up in a farmhouse, I had a deep affection for rice very early. Autumn is coming, and the rice is maturing day by day. Those hard millet quietly turned yellow in the sun, and a string of heavy ears of grain carried the hopes and dreams of farmers for a year. Golden rice fields rippled gently in the breeze. They seem to show off their maturity and beauty. As those shiny grains of rice are harvested, they are full of fragrance, which makes the whole field and the whole season full of autumn wind.
The rice is ripe and the countryside is boiling. People found sickles, carried farm tools and walked back and forth between the ridges. Even children follow adults to help deliver the cut ears of rice and do some work within their power. The fields are full of lively and busy scenes, and the joy of harvest permeates people's hearts, and the viciousness of sunshine can't resist their enthusiasm.
When I was a child, I used to jump around with my mother barefoot. In the morning, before the dew disappeared, I came to my rice field. The smell of millet haunts us all the way, and you can't even take a deep breath and a shallow breath. It's so cool to look back now. It is a kind of tenderness and joy of labor. It is happy to breathe this fragrance in rice fields. It can calm the impetuous heart. Unfortunately, I was too young to realize this peace and happiness. Facing the dragonfly flying up and down and the butterfly flying left and right, I showed great interest. As our footsteps get closer and closer, the little frogs jump into the fields one by one, hit the rice seedlings and happily turn up a layer of waves. A dragonfly was flying on my sleeve, and I caught it gently. It has transparent wings and a yellow-green waist, which trembles on my fingers and scares me. I let it go and watched it fly back to the rice plant unhurriedly. I've had enough fun. While adults were not looking, I quietly stuffed a string of yellow and green ears of rice, gently rubbed them and blew off the chaff, leaving only glittering new rice in my hand. The lines are full and shiny, which is really gratifying. Then, I took out a few pieces and put them in my mouth and chewed them slowly. Although they are not very hard, they are full of fragrance and some sweetness.
Time has passed, walking in the fields smelling delicious rice, watching dragonflies and frogs and harvesting rice have all become memories. After many years away from home, I still miss the autumn and fragrant rice in my hometown.