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六月的大地,属于滚滚麦浪,六月的思绪,永远在那片广袤的田野里飞翔。“芒种忙、三两场,麦稍黄、女看娘。”歌谣是一片总也挥之不去的柳絮,缠绕在打麦场,在油锅旁,在村边那几株闪着油光的梧桐叶上,在毛茸茸的杨叭儿狗上。六月是一个回忆的时节,初夏的风吹开山野的梦,炊烟袅袅,谁在哪里?麦田里,有花儿响起,像极了儿时的伙伴、相依的邻居……麦碾声不再,消逝的不是麦场,不是村庄,而是一个总也忘不掉的,初夏夜的梦乡。
The land of June belongs to the rolling wheat-wave. The thoughts of June are always flying in that vast field. “Mang kinds of busy, three or two games, wheat slightly yellow, female Daniang. ” Ballad is a total also lingering catkins, wound in the wheat field, next to the pan in the village edge that several flashing Shining paulownia leaf, in the hairy Yang Beagle dog. June is a memory of the season, the early summer’s wind blew the dream of the mountains, the smoke curl, where? The wheat fields, there are flowers sounded like most childhood partners, dependent neighbors ... ... wheat grind no longer , Disappeared is not a wheat field, not a village, but a total can not forget, the dream of early summer night.