Grain, grain

Rice, corn, sweet potato, potato, corn and sorghum are all called grains, but in China, we call them crops. The soil under Zhuang and Hiroko is the soil under the vast sky, and it is the soil that is widely planted and thinly harvested. Crops, seedlings on the edge of the house, green, raising the house. There are no piles of granaries in the countryside, and there is no food that can be harvested everywhere. The food is in the field, in the field, among those green crops. In rural areas, it is rare to hear someone shouting food, but in rural areas, people always hear kissing and calling mom. Mother raised us and food fed us. We shouted for mom and food.

Among the crops that feed us, we call rice rice, just like we call uncles and aunts. They give us life and survival, which shows our supreme respect for rice and its prominent position in the grain family.

We can't live without rice. As our best crop, every cell of our body and mind is infused with the fragrance and spirit of rice.

Ask the children in the city a simple but heavy question: Where does rice come from?

Children say that rice comes from supermarkets and grain shops.

There is nothing wrong with the children. This is the nearest place where they can see rice. Living in this reinforced concrete city since childhood, children have no further vision for the countryside and fields, because they are children in the city.

Harvesting a bag of rice is not as simple as bagging and weighing. Of all the crops that feed us, planting a grain of rice is definitely the most complicated procedure, the hardest process and the ugliest work. This is probably another reason why we respect rice as rice.

In the first autumn harvest season, farmers always choose the most plump and golden rice, put it in a jar and hide it in a dry place, which will not be easily seen and easily tempted. The barren countryside has no thick clothes to wrap our bodies, but thick crock wooden cabinets to wrap our food. In the spring drought season, even if there is not a grain in the pot at home, no one will imagine what is in those pots. They are also parents' children, which is their greatest hope and strength.

After the first rain in spring, parents took out the crock, soaked the seeds in warm water for budding, put on hemp fibers and hats, and turned the rice field into a harmonious mixture like corn flour and wheat flour. The grain buds were sown in the flat rice fields, and after several rains, the sun shone brightly. With the cuckoo singing, green rice seedlings grow evenly like our hopeful thoughts.

Transplanting from paddy field to paddy field is transplanting rice. In the process of rice growth, I have always felt that transplanting is the most colorful chapter. No matter how poor the family is, no matter how embarrassed the dinner table is, farmers will always put a few tables of wine at this time to pay homage to Gu Shen. Then, in a joy as exuberant as spring, they will fill their baskets with seedlings and throw them into the water evenly. Everyone will take out a seedling from Miao's pocket, just like taking out the most appropriate Chinese characters from the heart and inserting those lush Chinese characters in the blue sky and white clouds like poets writing poems.

"Put your hand into the ground and bow your head to see the sky in the water. Only when your body and mind are clean, you are the Tao. Backward is forward. " . It is said that this poem was written by Tang Bohu, a famous girl-chasing genius in the south of the Yangtze River, facing the ups and downs of life. No matter who wrote this poem, transplanting rice seedlings is a great thing. Watching the seedlings purr water in the paddy field, the farmers sit in the shade, and they also purr water. In the hope and waiting for the harvest, it is the most beautiful to be clean and brave.

It is worth mentioning that there is no such transplanting scene in rural areas today. I don't know whether it is the progress of technology or the impetuous mind. Today's transplanting is called throwing seedlings, throwing the seedlings cultivated in the greenhouse into the paddy field. There is no such thing as "when transplanting rice correctly in the field, you can sing yangko, Zhang Fei kills Yue Fei, and the sun marries the moon", and there is no such thing as "retrogression means progress"

Therefore, I still go back to the former countryside-just like waiting for the baby to cry happily in the womb, just like waiting for the child to grow up and have a bright future. Farmers go to those green rice fields almost every day, just like visiting their sleeping children.

When the seedlings grow almost green and live on the water, the rice seedling drama in the countryside begins. In the hard harvest of rice, sowing is not the most important and hardest part, but sowing is the most festive and joyful work in rural areas. The days of Miao season are the rubber of time, which can be lengthened or shortened, and it is not too wonderful. If transplanting rice is a symphony, then transplanting rice is the most soothing adagio and lyric movement. With the singing of "Datian Paipai" and "Uphill Paipai", the most festive and joyful "Yangko" in the countryside is about to begin!

In the watch of a paddy field, a grain of rice is grouted and developed in the uterus tightly wrapped by rice husk, placed in the palm of your hand and gently rubbed by your hand. It is bursting, tender and green as jade.

Not far away, smoke rises, roosters crow, and autumn comes.

When the golden ears of rice were waiting with their heads down in a welcoming manner, the farmers took out their sickles and grinded their grindstones out of the mountains, and their happiness rose out of the mountains, looking forward to sunny days and a bumper harvest. "Lord, don't rain, bless us to eat white rice." The children in the village sang one after another, until the rice was put into the barn, and the room was full of golden and delicious rice from Huang Cancan, and the heart that hung for a year would calm down.

In the consumerism scheme of rice, it seems that the way farmers eat rice is not as exciting as other foods except porridge, steamed white rice, steamed white cake, rice flour and popcorn. It's not that rice can't make new tricks, but that rice is too precious to allow us to have more ideas. The fullness of the rice jar means that the home is full of smiles-"You don't have to knock on the rice bucket when you are full."

In fact, rice is fed to us from all directions, except the shiny rice, the chaff wrapped in rice and the straw that holds the rice are all fed to us-the chaff just peeled off is sewn into the pillow to feed our full dreams. Sprinkle it on the wet path to feed our steady steps, towards the distant. The ground chaff was fed to the livestock in the name of chaff, and six livestock thrived. After the autumn harvest, the straw is dried and spread into the wooden bed, and the softness of rustling makes the dream no longer hard and desolate. In winter, everything withers, leaving more straw, and in spring, cows are fed with ruminants and plows. After the ancestors in the village died, people also chose to weave torches with golden straw and burn them in their graves to light their way to heaven and home.

I have to say that another kind of rice is called glutinous rice, also called wine valley. No matter how many fields there are, farmers will choose a small piece of land to plant glutinous rice. There is not enough rice to eat. Instead of making wine in luxury, they will make glutinous rice noodles into glutinous rice balls with a round stone mill, so that the round glutinous rice balls can give people in China who attach importance to reunion and group survival every year a complete wish for a whole year. Just like the word "rice" itself, the word "rice" is definitely the most balanced, even, full and harmonious Chinese character. Where there is rice, there is smoke, there is laughter, and there is a happy home. ...

Recently, there was a rumor in our workshop that several cars of Moutai were seized at the home of a guilty general. Everyone is amazed at the consumption of glutinous rice and how many round dumplings can be made for many families! The farmer said, if you don't count how much sweat a grain of rice has to go through, even if a grain of rice needs to drink seven kilograms and four ounces of water to grow a crystal-clear rice, how much water does it need to drink to feed Moutai?

General Greedy, you really fell into the sea of People's Wang Yang!

wheat

Among the crops that feed us, it seems that only wheat can be called "small". Wheat is made into big bread, steamed into big steamed bread and baked into big cakes. She can only be called wheat. There is no outstanding crop such as rice, and there is no literary sigh such as sorghum and corn. Even jumping beans make people call them soybeans from their lives, just like rice.

Wheat is silent. Wheat is thinking that people call me wheat, but those poets and writers have written more poems about our wheat. They just read poetry collections in newspapers and magazines. There are indeed many articles about wheat. In the favor of poets and writers, wheat is definitely barley in the grain, and what makes the grain families admire to tears is that people chose two full ears of wheat on our national emblem to hold up the glittering great China.

Now let's think quietly!

I used to be a teacher. At the end of each academic year, I will write a comment on each student's conduct and evaluate the students' learning and ideological and moral status.

I have planted wheat, from the first year of sowing to winter and harvesting in May, just like a year for students.

The same cultivation and the same harvest, I just want to write a comment on the cultivated wheat and sort out the reasons why people love and sing wheat. ...

Wheat has strong independent growth ability and thrifty life-compared with other grains, wheat has no harsh requirements on the environment, but it needs water, but it is not inseparable from water like rice, it needs fertile land, but it must not be as flat as rice, it needs sowing, but it is not as indispensable as rice assembly line. ...

Wheat is determined and can face the harsh environment calmly-in fact, it is to survive the winter. Animals and plants are afraid of winter, so they hibernate, wither, warm up and so on to escape or arm their teeth to keep out the cold. Wheat goes to the fields with frost and dew in the cold season. After the Millennium, the wheat seedlings appear one by one, just like the red paintings written by primary school students on the grid. In the winter when people and land are resting, in the winter when there is no life, only wheat is green, the only new green. ...

Wheat has a high degree of political self-confidence and lofty national feelings and feelings of home and country-wheat's self-confidence and feelings determine its unparalleled political position in feeding our food. We all remember the story about the national emblem and the ears of wheat: 1942, at the farewell tea party held by Soong Ching Ling and Comrade Dong from Chongqing to Yan 'an, two strings of full ears of wheat were placed on the table, and everyone praised them: It's really like gold. Soong Ching Ling said that she is more precious than gold, and 80% of the population in China are farmers. If there is a bumper harvest every year, the people can have plenty of food and clothing. Zhou Enlai stroked the ears of wheat and said meaningfully: When the whole country is liberated, we will paint the ears of wheat on the national emblem-so in front of Tiananmen Square, these two strings of * * * and the most sacred and full ears of wheat in China appeared, which made our bones surging and our blood surging, which made our ears of wheat shine with five stars and our national flag flying. When we are exposed to all the fragrance of grains, Daoxiang makes us indulge in the fields, and sorghum and corn make us feel the warmth of home. Only the ears of wheat watered with blood and sweat have gone far beyond the meaning of blood and sweat. They are inexhaustible songs of hard work and immortal movements of the earth. ...

The colorful and intoxicating aroma of wheat-wheat, steamed bread, bread, wheat rice, noodles and sesame cakes-is the first food that can inspire people's rich food concepts ... and it is almost another food record that the film crew of China on the Tip of the Tongue has been impulsive. It is also worth mentioning that the wheat stalks after the harvest of wheat ears, those that rolled on the wheat waves and gave off wheat fragrance, were softened by boiling water, cut off in our hands, made into wheat flutes, and installed on suona. The sharp sound of Maidi passes through the red piano body of the copper suona, and in the surging of the piper's five fingers, the vision of the Millennium is turned into a delicate and elegant melody, and notes of joy or sadness are written.

Wheat, call you again, just like calling the children around us, stroking the kitten in our hands, calling the jumping puppy, wheat, what other name can better express the affection in our hearts?

Yumi Bai

People gave corn the brightest and sweetest name. Jade will not rust, nor will its name rust, but the corn that feeds us is gradually moving away from her once glittering and brilliant throne and becoming the most lost and frustrated crop at present.

For a long time, corn has been the staple food for China people to fill their stomachs. Corn steamed bread, corn paste and steamed corn ... it is best to grind them into granules and steam them with rice. No matter how you eat them, corn is always stubborn except to fill your stomach. The sand is stuck in your throat and refuses to go, or the sand is full of holes, which is really not delicious, so it is called coarse grains. In those hungry years when corn was the staple food, the sweetest memory of children was chewing sweet corn stalks, and the sweetest memory was the brown corn paste rice crust stuck at the bottom of the iron pot-children who grew up in those days always had some scars on their chests because they peeled the sweet corn stalks and burned the corn paste rice crust. ...

Nowadays, it is difficult for corn to serve on the table for a long time, and it can still show a little face. At most, it is held by young people or children in cinemas, Dicos, McDonald's and other places. Because these people have never been hungry, they have no memory of the coarse grain age when they ate corn paste. Corn can't return to its glorious age. Now, the pig loves her and the chicken loves her. They say pigs don't eat corn and eat lean meat!

Corn has always been a neglected crop. Today, even in the era when corn was brilliant and dominated the world, corn has not received enough attention. Corn seeds, rice seeds and wheat seeds stay together and wait for the knocking of the season. Wheat seeds have gone with winter, and rice seeds have gone with spring. People didn't think of corn until the wheat harvest. They just found some leftover land to plant. Good water and good land have given rice and wheat a good harvest. They are precious crops. Corn does not dislike the barren land, just as a son does not dislike his mother's ugliness and a dog does not dislike his family's poverty. This is the quality of corn, but the heart is really bitter, and it is estimated that even the mind of biting people has-

So corn looks like teeth, and a pile of corn is like a pile of lost teeth, which has no aesthetic feeling. Unlike rice and jade, it is slippery and delicious, and even the porridge cooked is as kind as mother's milk. Unlike soybeans, they jump out of their mother's stomach, round, like pearls and jade ... only corn looks fierce.

The corn that has been left out everywhere has developed the habit of not talking, and never tells anyone whatever is on her mind. Like rice and wheat, lack of water and less fat will make noise. For a while, it will shake its yellow leaves to make it look yellow, for a while, it will bow its head and ignore people, and for a while, it will simply lie down for a long time-corn is not so delicate, even if it is sick, it will carry on and continue to grow tall and strong. I remember when I was a child, there was a picture hanging at home, called On the Way to School, which showed a beautiful pupil picking up the corn that was blown down by the wind with a red ribbon on a black braid. It can be seen that as long as the corn is picked up after falling, it will still thrive. Can rice and wheat be picked up after falling, and can everything continue to grow in the sun? So corn despises rice and wheat from the heart and never grows in the same field with them.

Of all the crops, corn is the most thoughtful. When sprouting, she thought of sprouting and rooting first, putting fresh roots deep in the soil and sucking up the milk of Mother Earth before sprouting. When dialing festivals, she thought that it is always good to have a longer festival than each other, and the festivals grow clearly, just like people who go to primary school, middle school, and then go to college to work and make contributions to society. When the corn grows, its beard is tender and white. When the beard turns red, the corn begins to be full and shiny. When the beard turns dark red, until it dries, the golden corn will be harvested. So the red tassel of corn is like an old man with a beard in the village. For thousands of years, the life of the village has been repeatedly thought by people and corn. I didn't understand it in the first year, rested for a few months, and thought about it in the second year.

Corn grows very tall, and you can see a lot of things in the village. People in the village quarrel, people in the village jump into wells, and people in the village secretly cook. She only sees it in her eyes. She just shook her thinking beard and she wouldn't say anything. I've seen and heard a lot. This is the village, and this is life. Unlike wheat and rice, the slightest wind immediately turns into waves, also known as wheat waves and rice waves, for fear that everyone does not know that the village is not chaotic.

Speaking of the gentleman's wind of corn, I have to say one thing, that is, the affair that happened in the corn field. A great writer who has been to Nobel Prize in Literature told an ambiguous story about red sorghum fields. Everyone thinks that the red sorghum field is the most ambiguous place in the village. In fact, in the vast rural areas of China, there are not many places to grow sorghum. People can't run thousands of miles to find sorghum fields if they want to be ambiguous. As a very romantic poetess, they strive to achieve "I walked more than half of China before sleeping with you", so the most widely planted cornfield is the most ambiguous place among all crops in all villages. It's just that corn can keep a secret. She sees everything and knows everything, but she won't say anything. Gently give up the most flat and secluded place in the corn forest, and gently cover those sweet words with the wind. If she sees a person coming, or an animal coming, she will "brush, brush" in a hurry-she doesn't want a third party to know what happened in her arms, jump into a well, hang herself in a stone, and drink medicine. She can't stand the crying in the village. ...

It's corn planting season again, and I rushed to the countryside to visit corn. There are fewer houses and fewer people in the village, but I can't see any crops in the field. Instead, I saw a few cornfields in the field, and there was no new green. I don't know which year I was too lazy to pick up the corn stalks at home. I stood stagger in the wind, waiting to express my love for life and land with a tragic attitude.

"Corn, my God, grandma, I don't feel sick after eating corn, but I feel full of energy after eating corn. My wife calls me za after eating corn at night ..." Humming this song "Corn Song" which has been sung for thousands of years and even has some ambiguity and color, my eyes are full of tears. Miss corn is actually miss the hungry life, miss the kiss of the land, the kiss of the country and the kiss of the crops, and she will feed us forever. ...