In late autumn, when the grapes were ripe, I went to the grape fields to cut grapes. In late autumn, my uncle’s grapes were ripe, so he shouted for me to eat the grapes, so I drove there. From the time I was in the yard, I ate grapes whenever I saw them. It was really strange.

Eat grapes without spitting out their skins. The grapes are sweet without a trace of sourness. The purple grapes are like pearls and agates. In clusters and branches, grapes have become a delicacy in autumn and a delicacy.

To eat grapes, you have to cut grapes. After eating grapes at noon, he accompanied his uncle's family to the field less than two or three miles away to cut grapes. When they got to the field, the endless fields were full of grape trellises, rows and rows, neatly arranged.

It is uniform, giving the impression that it does not belong to any one family, but like a cooperative, maybe a collective.

I heard from relatives that this was a unified planning and construction model when everyone built the garden. Therefore, from growth to maturity, the grapes here can only be distinguished by their own boundaries and will never go beyond the boundaries. Moreover, everyone is the same

Standard fertilization and management, and also under the guidance of relatives, I came to his family’s grape field. His family’s grape field has seven or eight rows of grapes. Other than these, they are owned by other people. My relatives are afraid that I don’t know the boundaries.

, when you cut the grapes, you cross the boundary, so let me cut the grapes in the middle.

Cutting grapes is a physical and technical activity.

Cutting grapes also requires some skills. It is not as easy as you think, just by holding the scissors. You must first hold the scissors well, and you must have posture and movement. Then you have to squat down and stretch out the hand without the scissors.

Go out and hold down a bunch of grapes, and then stretch your scissor hand to the root of the bunch of grapes to see if it is the root of the grape. If you look wrong, the branches will be cut, but the grapes will not be cut. Even though you

After you cut the branches, the grapes are still hanging on the branches. If you find it correctly, with a single click of the scissors, the grapes will fall right on your hand that is not holding the scissors. Then put them into the ground, and then your relatives will come over to sort them and collect them.

Go in the box.

Repeat this action dozens of times, or even hundreds of times, and more and more grapes will be cut from the field. At this time, the grape owner will call us to rest. At this time, we feel sweating profusely, and quickly use

Wiping the sweat on my sleeves, I sat in the field and drank some water. I picked up the grapes cut on the ground and ate them, without even bothering to wipe the dust off the grapes. Of course, the grapes we ate were not in bunches, but in bunches.

One by one, the grapes cannot be sold and can only be discarded in the ground. But such grapes are sweet. Usually the ripe grapes fall to the ground first, or in a bunch.

There were one or two slightly shriveled grapes on a bunch of grapes. I cut them off with scissors and put them in my mouth. The ones were sweeter than honey and sweeter than sugar. My uncle kept asking me to eat better ones, so I said, those

The cut ones are not as tasty as the ones discarded in the ground.

I was eating grapes in the field, and my stomach was a little full. It was getting late, and I slowly saw the half moon coming up. Here, my uncle came to tell me that the grape boxes that were going to be sold in the city were all full.

Cut some more and pack them into boxes for us, so we can take some back with us when we return to the city.

I heard that I wanted to cut grapes for myself, and I suddenly got excited again. At this time, several relatives came to help. After three times, five and two, we had already cut two or three boxes. The grapes were really cut and the bowl was overflowing.

The belly is full, the chest is full, and the grapes are not cut.

At this time, the afterglow of the setting sun shone on us, reflecting on us. We were all wearing gold clothes. We were walking on the road in the countryside. The scene and feeling of harvest also hit our faces with the afterglow of the setting sun.