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七月,麦地就像一幅乡村油画,连绵起伏的泛黄,涌起千层金浪,是装帧在盛夏里绝美的风景。布谷鸟守望着七月,用季节熟悉而朴素的鸣啼,叫醒了山村古典的农谚,节令开始跟着夏至大忙。这天清晨,我跟着父亲走进一块向阳的麦地,镰刀举过麦子的头顶,胜过亲情久别的重逢,颗粒丰硕的金穗,温暖饱满的心房。阳光烘烤炽烈的土地,汗水湿透身上的衣衫,守望匍匐倒
In July, the cornfield resembles a rural painting, with rolling yellowishness and a wave of golden waves, which is a beautiful landscape framed in midsummer. Cuckoo watch in July, with the season familiar and simple Mingti, wake up the mountain village of classical farming proverbs, the festival began to follow the summer solstice busy. Early this morning, I followed my father into a sunny field, the sickle over the head of wheat, than the long-lost family reunion, golden seed particles, warm and full of atrium. Baked in the sunshine of the land, sweat soaked clothes, watch creeping prostrate