我读小学时,收割小麦用的还都是镰刀。面对那一眼望不到边的金灿灿的麦田,爸爸吐一口唾液在手心上,搓搓刀把,对身旁的妈妈说:“割。”“夜来南风起,小麦覆陇黄。”那个时候太阳还没有出来,整个原野一片雾蒙蒙看不清。可是弯腰低头,刀口下的棵棵小麦却是清清楚楚,一目了然。那小麦有半个人那么高,爸爸伸开左胳膊 When I was in primary school, I used sickles for harvesting wheat. In the face of the golden wheat field that can not be seen at the sight, my father spits a saliva in my hand and rubs the knife and says to the mother beside him: “Cut.” "At that time the sun has not come out, the whole field can not see the fog. However, bowed his head, Keke Keke under the knife is clear, at a glance. That half of the wheat was so high, my father stretched out his left arm