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已是夏天,关中平原还未大热起来。地里的麦子仿佛是在一夜之间抽出了穗,让人来不及躲避,便闻到麦子生长与大地厚重的味道。吐齐穗儿后的麦子一眼望不到边,绿茸茸的麦芒齐刷刷地挺起细腰,站在碧浪翻滚的潮头,给绿油油的田野,涂抹了一层朦胧的景色。悄悄扬过花,麦子就夜以继日、争分夺秒地开始升浆。麦子将歇了一冬的劲儿都使上了,麦子将生命中所有的力气和能量都用上了,一个个争先恐后踮起脚尖,扬起嫩脸,张开臂膀,忘情地拥抱夏日的阳光,不知不觉中竟连柔软的腰肢都站得渐渐僵硬起来,在一声
It is summer, Guanzhong Plain has not yet hot up. The wheat in the ground seemed to have spiked ears overnight, making it too late to escape and to smell the heavy taste of wheat growing and the earth. Spit Qisui children after the wheat can not see the edge of a glance, the green mahogany straightened brushing up the waist, standing in the tidal wave of blue waves, to the green fields, smear a layer of hazy scenery. Quietly spend the flowers, wheat, night and day, race against time began to pulp. Wheat will rest a winter effort has been made on the wheat all the energy and energy used in life, one after another to tiptoe tiptoe, raised tender face, open arms, humbly embrace the summer Sunshine, unconsciously, even the soft waist are standing stiffer, in a cry