五月,麦子熟了最奢侈的就是五月乡间的麦田了。与之相伴的油菜已从青涩变得熟透,灿灿的黄,它们有些经不住暴力的风,沙哑着嗓子。唯有河流边的麦子却锋芒毕露,刺穿了夜空,把白云留在蓝天的胸口。麦子张扬也好,低调也罢。反正乡村的五月,麦子们是土地的主角。沉甸甸的麦子,与镰刀在午后晤面,母亲有力的手掌见证了一个个金色壮烈的时刻。 May, wheat cooked the most extravagant is the May field of wheat in the country. Accompanied by the rape has become familiar from the Sentimental, shining yellow, some of them could not withstand the wind of violence, hoarse throat. Only the river side of the wheat was hard-edged, pierced the night sky, leaving the white clouds in the sky’s chest. Ye Hao wheat, low-key worth mentioning. Anyway, the countryside in May, the wheat is the protagonist of the land. The heavy wheat, with the scythe in the afternoon, met the powerful hand of the mother witnessing a moment of gold and heroine.