那一年,我和小说家邹志安沿着古城西安东城墙根散步时,他说:“你知道我多喜欢麦收时节。看见那一片片金黄的麦子随风轻轻摆动着,心里就痒痒的,生出无限欢快。”邹志安说这话时,眼里闪着亮光,像一个地道的农民,期待着丰收。我能理解他的心情,有着和他一样的体验。望着一片片待割的麦田,那是对从秋天播种、春天耕耘,直到夏天收获,几乎是经历了一年的辛劳而得到的 That year, when I and Zobi Zhifan, a novelist, took a walk along the wall of the ancient city of Dongcheng, he said: “You know how much I like the wheat harvest, and when I see that piece of golden wheat gently swinging in the wind, my heart is itchy, Give birth to unlimited joy. ”Zou Zhian said, his eyes shining bright, like an authentic peasant, looking forward to harvest. I can understand his mood, with the same experience with him. Looking at a piece of wheat field to be cut, it is obtained from the autumn sowing, spring cultivation, until the summer harvest, almost a year of hard work and get