麦子在田野中兴奋地抽着穗,和着尚未成熟的油菜荚,迟迟不肯成熟,仿佛是在等待着日子,等待着布谷远一声近一声的鸣叫,直到它叫得不依不饶。也就是这个时节,白天的时光一再悠长,在过去农村孩子的眼里,它似乎是延长了日子,延长着一种饥饿与无奈。儿时,面对拮据的生活,母亲总是这样说,过一阵就好了,现在是青黄不接的时候。青黄不接的日子占据了我童年印象的大部分空间,那是一个少粮缺吃的年代,记得每到这个时候,我家土砖砌成的粮仓里,很少再囤有 The excitement of the wheat in the field pumping the ear, and the immature rape pods, unwilling to mature, as if waiting for the day, waiting for the cloth far cry as soon as possible, until it is called indecisive. That is, this time of the day, the time of day has been long and long. In the eyes of past rural children, it seems to have prolonged the days and prolonged a hunger and helplessness. Childhood, in the face of poor life, the mother always said that after a while like, now is the time when the blue. Blue and white days occupy most of my childhood impression of space, it is a lack of food shortage of the era, I remember every time this time, my home made of clay bricks, rarely store