It is the common wish of many parents to let their children experience the hardships of labor and exercise their hard-working quality in the labor experience.
They live in the city and live a carefree life. They know that eating walnuts requires breaking the shell, but they don't know what walnuts grow on trees. I have been familiar with the poem "It is noon when weeding, and sweat drips down the soil" since I was a child, but I don't know what it feels like to mow at noon. I am used to eating rice on weekdays, and I don't know how rice changed from seed to crystal white rice.
In order to let the children who live comfortably experience the life of the farmhouse in the mountain village, feel the hard work in the fields, understand the different living and learning environment from rural children of the same age, eat and live in the farmhouse continuously, study and work with their peers in the countryside, and experience another life different from that in the city.
Farm work is dirty, tired, bitter and poor. It can exercise people's will, sharpen people's patience and enlighten people's wisdom. Farm work grows like a grain of wheat, and the process is complicated and nagging.
I like farm work from birth. My parents are out-and-out farmers. I've always known how to keep crops around and do farm work. I have been doing farm work since I was sensible, from helping my parents push carts, to herding sheep and cattle, picking wheat ears, sowing in spring, harvesting in summer, harvesting in autumn and collecting farm manure in winter.
Children in the countryside always want to jump out of the gate of the farm. Jumping out of the farm gate is jumping out of dirty, tired and bitter farm work. I am the kind of person who works part-time while working. After graduating from normal school, I worked as a teacher for more than ten years. Summer vacation and winter vacation naturally can't escape doing farm work. Every summer is the hardest work. When harvesting wheat in summer, I hunched over and my arm ached temporarily. When grinding, I spread wheat, cover wheat and grind. After hard work, hunger and emptiness, I also found a job in the city. I am a city dweller, I can get rid of farm work, and I can also give my parents some money to hire people to do farm work like other city dwellers, but I gave my parents the thin money to hire people and watched the endless farm work and the tired figure of my elderly parents. I can't bear to share it for them.
Doing farm work this year is catching up with threshing, so that children can experience the hardships of labor and exercise their hard-working quality. At present, most farmers change the traditional threshing into threshing with thresher, which saves time but is very laborious. Working together for seven or eight days is very hard. It takes more than ten people to thresh wheat, and there are many processes, such as entering the wheat, picking the cover, cutting the waist and skimming the wheat. The most bitter thing is to enter the wheat. I put on my father's old clothes and scarf, and put bundles of wheat into the elevator of the thresher quickly and evenly. In less than an hour, dust and wheat ash made me unrecognizable and unkempt. After the wheat is picked, it will continue to vomit, and the black sputum is daunting. This is farm work, my parents. They never let out a bitter cry. They do this work year after year, but they look at a lot of golden wheat and smile all over their faces. Their children can only pray deeply.
Doing farm work is hard and tiring, and so is finishing it. Going home often to do farm work can sublimate our thoughts, make us unpretentious and make us supreme.