父亲篇我这大半辈子,都交付给了眼前这片虽说不太肥沃,但仍能年年结出金黄麦穗的黄土高坡了。我是一个祖祖辈辈依靠麦田生活、地地道道的农民,一个“能吃苦”的“麦客”。家中的地少,若是年景好,收成也就仅够全家人填饱肚子,所以每年秋上时候,约上熟识的乡党,凑够路费,从南边几个县上最远的堡子,一路上边往回走边帮人收割,等到了家中,自家的麦子也就熟了,我也挣够了一家人一年的用度。那时候,我们的劳力和手艺是麦黄时节里最宝贵的营生,大片亟待收割的金黄色中间,一行人,一手持镰,一手抓麦,手到之处,麦苗与镰刀 My father, for most of my life, was handed over to the front of the Loess Plateau, though not fertile but still capable of producing golden ears every year. I am an ancestral peasant dependent on the wheat field to live, and an “able to endure” “wheat off ”. Homeland less, if the year is good, the harvest will be enough for the whole family to fill the stomach, so every autumn time, about familiar Township party, get enough road expenses, from the south of several counties on the furthest fort son, all the way Going back to help people harvest the top back, wait until the home, their own wheat cooked, I also earn enough for one year’s cost. At that time, our labors and craftsmanship were the most precious lifestyles of wheat yellow season, the golden yellow in need of harvest, a pedestrian, a hand-held sickle, hand grasping wheat, hand to the place, wheat seedlings and scythe