一麦秸垛是乡村的标志。在我的故乡豫南平原上,每个村庄前后巴掌大小的一片场地上,都会挺立着几十个大大小小的麦秸垛,它们在温软的时光中,以亘古不变的姿态传承着古老的农耕文明。每年六月,当布谷鸟在树叶深处不停地鸣唱着“割麦垛垛”的时候,在一个叫作大王庄的地方,麦子的清香随同着纯正的金黄一齐向蔚蓝的辽阔处流淌。焦灼的村民们开始在打麦场上忙碌起来,旧麦秸垛正退出历史舞台,光洁平整的场面上将迎来新的辉煌。 A wheat straw is a symbol of the country. In my native Henan plains, the size of a village before and after each piece of the venue, will stand dozens of large and small wheat straw, they are in a soft time, in an unchanging manner heritage of the ancient Farming civilization. Every year in June, when the cuckoo keeps singing “Cutting the Wheat” in the depths of the leaves, in a place called Da Wangzhuang, the fragrance of wheat grows with its pure golden color to the vast expanse of blue Department flowing. Anxious villagers began to hit the wheat field busy, the old wheat barrels are exiting the stage of history, smooth formation of the scene will usher in a new glory.