Tomb-Sweeping Day was angry and farmers were busy writing.

After Tomb-Sweeping Day, the green wheat seedlings, like children who have woken up and eaten enough, skipped up. After only a few times of wind and rain, the wheat bloomed and basked in the sun for a few days, and the once green fields showed some apricot yellow.

Speaking of apricot yellow, those turquoise stalks hidden at the bottom of leaves are also competing with each other, revealing some brilliant red and yellowish faces from the green leaves. All night, the birds sang "Yellow Cut", which disturbed the farmers' sweet dreams and made people confused whether they were dreaming or waking up.

Wheat field, really coming.

Guanzhong people call the day of wheat harvest wheat harvest day. Wheat Day is a bitter day for farmers, but it is also a big festival. Many years ago, there was a poet named Bai Juyi. One day, he stood by the golden wheat field in Guanzhong, watching the farmers waving sickles to cut the wheat, and wrote some poems: "The farmers were idle for several months, and people were busy in May: at night, the south wind started and the wheat was covered with yellow."

As the wheat is apricot yellow, the farmers' festival begins. As the Dragon Boat Festival approaches, more people visit relatives on the road. "Wheat is yellow, and women look after their mothers." Women in bright clothes used to walk and ride donkeys. Now some people ride bicycles, others ride motorcycles: every village has access to highways, and some people wave to buses. Married daughter, married daughter. I have a basket on my arm, a bag in my hand, and a box in my hand, which is nothing more than some fresh fruits to eat. Mother and daughter, don't worry about meeting more and less. When we get together, there will be endless words. Speak your mind, talk about your family, praise your husband, talk about black boy; Naturally, we should also talk about the difficulty of earning money by working, the worries of children going to school, and the information of new rural construction. When it's time to eat, my daughter follows her mother into the kitchen, just like when she got married at the end of the previous period, cooking well and being filial to her parents.