Mid-May is the busiest time for summer harvest in rural areas. On weekends, my mother and I went to my grandmother's house in the countryside to experience the busy rural life.

In the morning, before the lark began to sing the dawn, we and grandma and our whole family took long hooks to harvest rapeseed. You see, my hardworking sister is bending down to harvest, and her two braids are flying up and down like dragonfly wings; Her head bit by bit, like a duckling foraging; The red face is covered with a layer of crystal fine sweat, like a rose covered with dew. When the kitchen smoke rose from the village, we had razed a whole rape tree to the ground. They lie neatly, like thick golden carpets, more lovely than the most luxurious Persian carpets.

At noon, when Grandfather Sun was grumpy, Grandma couldn't wait to ask us to go to the fields to grab the harvest. Because grandma said that when the sun is shining at noon, it is the loudest time for rape, and it is the easiest to seed. So we took the sun mat, the cover and the laundry list and started to work. My sister and I helped grandma lie on the sun mat, so that rape could lie quietly and comfortably in their crib. My grandmother lifted the canopy and beat it rhythmically, just like a musician playing music on a keyboard. Black rape blossoms jumped out of the rape pods with beautiful music. They jumped over the sun mat and slept full of laundry baskets.

At dusk, when wisps of smoke rose from the village again, we returned home with a happy mood.

After a hard day, we fell asleep with a sweet smile, and there was a long-ground hook knife under the bed. Tomorrow, as long as the weather is fine, we will once again devote ourselves to the fiery work. ...