金黄的麦浪一片片倒下,以麦垛的形式,汇聚到打麦场上,连同所有的目光和期盼。终于,在一个晴好的日子里,麦捆被摊开在打麦场上了,石磙子在拖拉机或者牲畜的牵引下,一圈圈轧过。直到所有的麦粒脱离母体,圆圆的麦秆也就被压成金黄色的麦草了。当农民欢畅地扬起木锨,借风力把麦子从草中分离出来时,已近黄昏。这一夜,农民大都守在麦场上,与精心呵护大半年的麦子作一种情感上的诀别。 The golden wheat wave fell down and took it to the wheat field in the form of wheat bran, together with all eyes and expectations. Finally, on a fine day, the wheat bales were spread out on the wheat field, and the stone dumplings rolled in a circle under the tractor or livestock’s traction. Until all the grain is removed from the mother, the round wheat straw is pressed into golden straw. When the peasants raised the rafts happily and separated them from the grass by wind, it was almost evening. This night, most of the farmers stayed on the wheat field and used it as an emotional screening to carefully care for the wheat for the last six months.