六月,是麦子成熟的季节。如今站在老家的山头上,已经看不到麦子的影子了,高原上到处都是果园。那些山山峁峁,处处都是一片零星的绿树或成片的青草滩。看着一抹绿色的远山,越发怀念起童年时代看到的满坡洼黄灿灿的麦浪。那时候坡洼和山圪梁梁上,只要黄牛能犁到的地方,几乎全部种着麦子。记得麦苗长满地皮时,像绿色绒毯一样铺展在地头,宛若一丛一丛逼真的韭菜,被风吹散的细苗,比姐姐绿色围脖上的细毛线还要逼真。蒲公英的黄花,点缀在麦田里就 June is the season of wheat ripening. Now standing on the hillside of his hometown, he can not see the shadow of wheat, and the orchards are everywhere on the plateau. Those mountain shackles, everywhere is a sporadic green trees or into a piece of grass beach. Looking at a touch of green mountains, more and more miss the childhood years to see the full wave depression Huang Cancan Mai Lang. At that time the slope depression and the mountain beam beam, as long as the ox can plow to the place, almost all kinds of wheat. I remember when wheat seedlings covered with land, like the green velvet spread on the ground, just like a cluster of vivid leeks, scattered by the wind of the seedling, than the sister green scarf on the neckline even more realistic. Yellow dandelion, dotted in the wheat field