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阵阵南风把浓郁的麦香吹进了村庄,庄稼人的鞋底上像抹了油似的闲不住了。大自然把一封封漂亮的书信传递给人们,人们读着这些熟悉的笔迹:柳絮飞舞了,榆钱儿飘落了,蝴蝶和落在地上的油菜花依依惜别,豌豆变成了肥绿的嫩荚。这是春天向夏天告别的最后一幕。这一幕需要的道具是如此之多:男人们整着套绳、磙框、桑杈、扫帚,女人们收拾着簸箕、篮子,缝补着破了的口袋。特别是早晨,月落星稀,一声声清脆的夏鸡啼叫声:“夏季了—嚓,夏季了—嚓!”把人们从睡梦中叫醒的时候,各自茅屋前的磨镰刀声音,汇成了一股强大的音流。
Southerly bursts of rich malt blown into the village, the crops on the soles of people like to wipe the oil-like idle. Nature sent a beautiful letter to people, who read these familiar handwriting: catkins flew over, Elm children falling, butterflies and rape blossoms falling on the ground, and peas turned into green, tender pods . This is the last scene of spring farewell to summer. There were so many props needed in this scene: the men tidy their necks, framed boxes, mulberry leaves, brooms, and the women tidied up the dustpan, the basket, and the stitched pockets. Especially in the morning, the moon is falling, the sounds of crisp summer chicken cry: “Summer - Cha, summer - Cha!” When people wake up from sleep, the scythe sound before their hut , Merged into a powerful sound stream.