我对奶奶的记忆非常模糊,甚至记不清奶奶的面容了,但我永远难忘的是奶奶与她的麦子。奶奶是一个勤劳的人,她最看重的就是她的麦地。在那些秋种时节,晨露尚未来得及躲起来,奶奶已经躬耕在田垄里。站在田头的我看着爷爷牵着老牛,爸爸弓着脊背扶着犁耧,奶奶将褐色的麦种和金色的希望通过耧口一粒粒播撒在松软的土 My memory of grandmother is very vague, can not even remember my grandmother’s face, but I will never forget the grandmother and her wheat. Grandma is a hard-working person, her most valued is her corn field. In those autumn seasons, morning dew has not had time to hide, my grandmother has been bowed in the ridge. Standing in the fields I looked at my grandfather holding an ox, dad bow on the back holding the plow, Grandma brown seed and golden hope through the mouth of a grain sown in the soft soil