永远忘不了,忘不了拔麦子的滋味,更忘不了拔麦子给我的启示。两手勒出了血,胳膊、脸上被麦芒划满了小口子,汗、土交融成泥,火烧火燎地疼,腰也像折了一样。这时,是不该看地头的。看地头那边的人,小得像婴儿手里的拨浪鼓,腿马上软了,真想就地躺下不再起来,恨不能变成天上自由飞翔的鸟儿,恨不能变成树荫下那只悠闲自在的狗。于是,我再也不敢看地头,只瞄准前边十步远的地方,对自己说:“这一截麦子我还有劲拔。”咬咬牙,努努劲儿,果然拔完了,增强了信心。然后再十步、再后又十步……原以为无力到达的地头,几个时辰之后终于被我“战胜”了。 Will never forget, can not forget to pull the taste of wheat, but also forget the inspiration to pull the wheat to me. Hands out of the blood, arms, his face was covered with a small mouth wheat, sweat, soil blend into the mud, burning pain, the waist is the same as the fold. At this time, should not see the ground. Looked to the other side of the earth, as small as the baby’s rattle, leg soft, and really want to lie down no longer, can not wait to become a free flying birds in the sky, can not wait to become a shade that Only leisurely dog. So, I no longer dare to look down, only aim at the front ten paces far away, said to myself: “This is a wheat I still pull.” "Nibujinnujinnu, really pulled out, and enhanced confidence. Then another ten steps, and then ten steps ... I thought I had no power to reach the ground, and after a few hours I was finally defeated.