老家的打麦场,在我家的房后,与我家只隔一条大路。打麦场不大,十几亩地光景。打麦场是诗意的,是过去我和村民们的精神家园,有着无法形容的美好,总是荡漾着欢声笑语。打麦场是在春末夏初被村民恢复了往年的模样的。在漫长而寂寥的冬天和春天,打麦场往往被人和家禽、家畜踩踏出一行行凌乱的脚印,甚至被猪拱得坑坑洼洼。临近麦收,老队长兴致勃勃地敲响村里的铜钟,把村民召集起 Home wheat field, in my room, with my home separated by only one road. Do not hit the wheat field, more than a dozen acres of land. Playing the wheat field is poetic, is the spirit of the past, I and the villagers home, has unspeakable beauty, always rippling with laughter. The wheat field was restored by the villagers in previous years in early spring and early summer. In the long and lonely winter and spring, the wheat fields are often stamped with messy footprints by people, poultry and livestock, and even the pigs are bumpy. Close to the wheat harvest, the old captain excitedly ring the bell in the village, the villagers together