大娘和二娘去省城的日子,选在稻子即将开镰之际。那天,太阳火样烤着大地。大娘和二娘穿了有折痕的新衣各自从屋里出来,她们分别左手举伞,右手摇着四周圈过花布条的蒲扇。无数个门洞里探出成堆成堆的脑袋看新奇,能不希罕?眼下是什么时节,大局攸关之际啊。谁敢轻易离家?外头做工的都先后回了,真正的农人哪个不是为这个节气在作最后的休整。 Mother and Eiang to the provincial capital of the day, the election in the occasion of rice is about to open a sickle. That day, the sun baked the earth like fire. The aunt and the mother-in-law, wearing creases and new clothes, each came out of the room. They held umbrellas in their left hand and waved the palm-leaf fan around them in their right hands. Countless holes in the piles of piles out of the head to see the novelty, can not it? What moment is the season, the occasion of the occasion ah. Who dare to leave home? Out of work have been back, the real farmer which is not for the solar terms in the final rest.