五月,小南风一吹,麦子渐次泛黄,生活在农历里的村民,便开始挥汗如雨了。农事很紧。队长在乡场上用铁皮卷成的喇叭换着方向向村民们喊话———“挑麦子喽”!“抢场喽”!黄金落地,老少弯腰。麦收了,针也插不进的忙。那年我高中毕业,赶上全国第一次统考。父亲大喜,他把我锁在家里 May, a small southerly wind, wheat gradually yellowing, the villagers living in the Lunar New Year, they began to sweat. Farming is very tight Captain in the field with the horn rolled into a horn for the villagers shout - “Pick wheat myself!” “Scramble myself!” Gold landing, young and old bent over. Wheat received, the needle can not be inserted into the busy. That year I graduated from high school to catch up with the first national exam. His father overjoyed, he locked me at home