Michael Day

 Michael Chang Feng Yuan
day in that distant village,UGGs, wheat-day spectacular but more quietly.
It is farmers sweat feast is premeditated thousands of wheat throughout the entire winter, the spring carnival.
who casually as if to throw a match, the whole world, the face, burning eyes, swinging the mountain more than the green fields are bunched up in the firing baked Can rotten everywhere brilliant golden. kind of a wait, stretched into the air All of a sudden earn a quick break in the paper. mature wheat is Long became the daughter of the earth, the air in the Zaore divergence from human throat crackling hot pink and the Big Mac, in the field with a diameter of noisy, Chung over, swing the past, go to the market generally as busy. Who will is such a confusing mess harvest atmosphere.
for consorting with the ancestral land of the farmers, the seeds of wheat, there is growing inch by inch surprise, the attention to weather and rain have been into the soul of depths. And when the eyes of wheat in the desire to finally mature and become wheat-day drama of this season's finale, all the fear and apprehension before the change are no longer important after wheat in the difficult days means that the protagonist was Chen Yuan snow when the great satisfaction and hearty. When the wheat shoot last yellow was to be added when the robust men from a distance the city back, with their women children in the early morning happily sharpened sickle, to go this summer appointments. those in the fields of wheat on the back of waiting, waiting for another season of reincarnation. They quietly above the hubbub in the land, until the time that they are still young wheat finally appeared on the familiar faces.
no one at the moment to think about the idea of wheat . a battle in the air to draw from the sickle the first light of the arc started.
Yes, when you're bent over, holding an wheat, when the bright scythe whispering affectionately time with straw When you lay down behind a shop shop neatly wheat, all about life and death issues like the feet, like grasshoppers, inadvertently jump. You can hold only real joy on the harvest This joy has nothing to do with the harvest, nothing to do with food prices, is not it? or your family before or after talking with the villagers do not know how many years of interesting, cool cool invigorating splash with laughter, sweat and the sweet smell. When With you out of breath when not on the trip, they will help you cut one's intentions to put on a few, you catch up to, and then help them cut a few hooks. Although the fire season in general, everything is so warm and charming . occasionally a gray rabbit or quail sickle hear the sound, the crowd cries of surprise, one after another in the rush to escape, follow the wild things escape routes, could ignite mass response of the eye.
on Such cries, the sun high up, high up, the cool edge of a farm become thin shade apart. wheat inadvertently come down, down into the dismal season and a splendid one place. They will be under the midday sun, rushed mm wheat field next location. Mak car had gone, full of wheat aging suddenly becomes unbearable, as the old woman lost a tooth, the next crop of crops will bring it back youthful glow. The wheat market has long been barren, flat as a mirror, the arrival of wheat makes everything hilarious. hum of the machines, the children cry of joy, the gift of great people snapped sound, the cry of someone's cow moo, mixed into one. set off an idle afternoon sun, golden sun, this is a heaven full of labor and vitality. limp off the very grain of wheat straw, mushroom quickly barricaded the rick, this is the best playground for these children, they have taken the trouble to board slide down, spending a little less than a happy heart Sheng.
the sun sank, a small south wind was blowing up leisurely, exactly the size of grain that can be used out of the dust in the Young . the court, the taste of the new wheat escapes the river into a fragrance. fresh wheat flowing into the pockets being open. busy, tired, lying on a pocket full of rest harvest it, adults are not willing to criticize us. moonlight, the Galaxy is the moon a veil. while the farmers,UGG boots cheap, the wheat days are gone so fast, there's so much before the idea has not been achieved, a season is over. began planning for the next season of land around the bright, sweet beans or millet is golden. However, that was the thing fall.
horse immediately, wheat will be entered with the idea of raising human granary, at a certain time pieces into white flour, to nourish a person's body and soul. A poet once said, would like to spread the cement forest, already a luxury sky to talk about that out with farming even disappeared from view. and in a cuckoo chirping sound of the summer, such a beautiful day of wheat, but I can choose only one way to pay homage. Because, I too far away from home, far away from the earth, my fingers unable to retain what, in addition to these more fragrant in the memory of the past. I am a severe homesickness patients at the time of flood and increasing home far, the heart,UGG shoes, the pain of being stripped of what was gone, and never found again. time quietly, it's just an indomitable to move forward, not back.
I know I plowed the land must now has changed the appearance, in my hometown, man harvesting machines have been replaced by more efficient, but I believe that the joy of maturity can not be changed, can not erase. I miss them like miss my old house, I was already integration of the ancestors and loess. and I always believe that there is a common emotion, from the time of Shen Nong's slash and burn Christians out with farming, already exists, and on the land and rolling. Thus, in the edge of the city,bailey UGG boots, when the Dust ears were awakened by sounds cool Cuckoo, I know I'm just a redneck after all. That song started running in my blood, in the past in an instant revive, in my dreams endless surging surging.
friend said, forgetting old and primitive, implies a transcendence, a new means of deep relief.
I nod, I know I will adhere to eventually become a ridiculous there.
only In the summer, the city exudes a faint edge of Big Mac in the summer, I could not help but miss, miss the wheat away the very warm days.
(Chang Feng Yuan, Guangdong Province, is now a middle school teacher in Shaanxi Normal University with a master degree)