“田家少闲月,五月人倍忙。夜来南风起,小麦覆陇黄。”一千多年了,白居易从一本发黄的诗集中探头一望,南岗上的麦子还和盛唐时一样金黄,粒粒成熟饱满,穗穗姿态妩媚,微风过处,麦子们亲昵地你推我搡,耳鬓厮磨,发出快意的沙沙声,一如盛妆待嫁的新娘。站在黄河口麦地的边缘,我又一次闻到了麦子从远古散发出的幽香。 “Tian Jia leisurely moon, May people twice as busy .Night to the south wind, the wheat covered Long Yellow.” "More than a thousand years, Bai Juyi from a yellow set of poetry in the probe a look, Nangang wheat and Sheng Tang was golden, grain full of mature, panicle gesture charming, breeze passing, the wheat you affectionately push me, ear to ear, happily, like the bride to be married. Standing on the edge of the Yellow River estuary, I once again smelled the fragrance of wheat radiating from ancient times.