You see, under the slight southerly wind, the Ye Er of wheat turns yellow, the straw turns yellow, and the ears of wheat turn yellow. How attractive is the fragrance in the dense wheat fields?
It is already sunset in the evening, and a teenager walking on the way from school with a schoolbag on his back is gradually approaching the ridge of the wheat field. The boy's face was filled with longing, novelty and joy.
It is difficult to stay along two ridges of wheat fields. The boy with a schoolbag opened his eyes, bent down and walked into the depths of the wheat field step by step. It has flooded his little body with golden wheat.
I don't know, there is something deep in the wheat field that makes him long for surprise and pleasure.
Maybe it's to find some buckwheat, which is a kind of green vine that lives in the gap of wheat field and extends upward along the thin and tall straw. On the vine, there are narrow, long, round and full fruits. Pick one pod at a time, put it in a pot and cook it with salt. It is a delicious food full of fragrance and game that even green broad beans and white jade peas can't compare with.
Maybe I'm looking for a nest of birds' eggs. What kind of teacher is called cuckoo, cuckoo and Zigui bird, but mother says it is "yellow wheat and withered grass", "blue coat" and "white coat" On the way to and from school again and again, you will always see it fall from the high blue sky to this golden wheat field, or fly from this golden wheat field to the high blue sky. It is time for the birds to hatch. This boy with a schoolbag on his back wants to explore the difference between the eggs laid by this clever black-gray bird and those laid by sparrows, swallows, thrushes and orioles.
Maybe he doesn't want to look for anything, but just wants to sit quietly in the depths of this wheat field, use his schoolbag as a cushion, hold up his tender cheeks with his small hands, take a deep breath of the deep part of the wheat field, and listen carefully to the insects, frogs or birds nearby. ...
Perhaps, the world deep in the wheat field is the world that really belongs to his little body and little heart.
A teenager who walks into the depths of the wheat field! After more than 50 years of summer rain and spring breeze, can I still enter this world that originally belonged to your age?