母亲给我烧完麦片粥后,拖着瘸了的右腿,走到凉席边,对我说,阿叶,喝完麦片粥后,你拿镰刀去河边砍点青草,喂牛,就到靠近我们家镰刀田的那一段。我点了点头。夏日凉爽的风拂过我的面颊,我迅速喝完麦片粥。我走到破旧不堪的厨房墙角拿起那把使用了三年的镰刀。镰刀,闪闪发光,应是母亲最近磨了一次。很快汗水便从我的额头涔涔往下掉,那是一片荒芜的红高粱,没有张艺谋《红高粱》里的红高粱那么繁盛。每逢无聊时,我便扯着好伙伴衣袖,说,我们去圣地吧。每一次,好伙伴都不会拒绝。我们在红高粱里穿梭来穿梭去,时而锋 Mother gave me the whole cereal porridge, dragging the lame right leg, walked to the edge of the mat, said to me, A Ye, after drinking cereal, you take a sickle to the river and chopped grass, cattle, to The section near our sickle field. I nodded. Summer cool wind brushed my cheek, I quickly drank cereal. I went to the shabby kitchen corner picked up the sickle that had been used for three years. Sickle, shiny, should be the mother recently grinded again. Soon sweat from my forehead 涔 涔 down, it is a barren red sorghum, Zhang Yimou no red sorghum in the “red sorghum” so prosperous. Whenever boring, I would pull good partner sleeves, said, let’s go to the holy place. Every time, good partners will not refuse. We shuttle in the red sorghum to shuttle, sometimes Feng