麦子成熟的季节到了。蓝蓝的天空上,白云在悠闲地飘浮着,像绵羊在草原上散步。蓝天下面,是整块整块的麦田,呈现出一望无际的金黄色,麦穗沉甸甸的,高傲地昂着头,好似正在等着人们来领它回家。我家的麦子长在小山沟里,踩在斜斜的沟坎上去收割它,真的让人打怵,生怕一不小心就会滚到山沟里去。我提刀收麦,可这麦子欺生,就像知道我不会割麦子似的, The ripening season for wheat is coming. On the blue sky, the white clouds float leisurely, like sheep walking on the prairie. Below the blue sky is the whole piece of wheat field, showing an endless golden yellow, heavy wheat ears, proudly proud head, as if waiting for people to come to take it home. My family’s wheat grows in small ravines, stepping on slanting ditches to reap it, really making people feel afraid of rolling into ravines. I raise the knife with the sword, but this wheat is deceived, just as I know I will not cut wheat,