在我住处的西边,是大片的麦田。每天回家时,我会穿行在麦田中的小道上,从春天到夏天。我看到麦田就格外有感觉,格外有诗意,我觉得,麦田就是我们的粮食,就是我们生存的保障,就是我们生生不息的未来。一个生长于城市的人,或者生长于80后的青年,我想一定是不会有这种感觉的,只有经历过贫困岁月的人,才会知道麦田里蕴藏的更深层的生命含义。从我开始记事起,我记得妈妈就开始去割麦子。早晨天一亮就起床,吃罢酸 To the west of my residence is a large field of wheat. Every day I go home, I will walk through the path in the wheat fields, from spring to summer. I saw the wheat field is particularly felt, especially poetic, I think the wheat field is our food, that is, our guarantee of survival is our endless future. A man who grows in the cities or a youth who grows in the post-80s, I think, will never feel this way. Only people who have lived in poverty will know the deeper meaning of life in the wheat fields. From the time I began to remember, I remember my mom starting to cut the wheat. Morning dawn to get up, eat the acid