麦子黄了到郊外走走,竟然见到了几块麦地,有大麦,也有小麦。大麦正在收割,颀长的麦芒像庄稼的眼睫毛,下面是饱满的麦粒,是麦子惠顾人间的眼睛;小麦还在灌浆,由青转黄,仿佛正由媳妇转作成熟的婆婆。黄熟的庄稼都是婆婆了,她们的青春不再汪洋恣肆,且懂得俯下身去亲昵土地,就像亲昵儿孙那样。我每次看见麦子,往往都有一种莫名的欣喜,毕竟在麦地里呆过二十多年,皮肤被麦芒刺割过,鼻息也被麦香搅拌过。 Yellow wheat to the suburbs walk, actually saw a few pieces of corn, barley, but also wheat. Barley is being harvested, long maw like crop eyelashes, the following is full of wheat, the wheat patronize the eyes of the earth; wheat is still grouting, from green to yellow, as if by the wife transferred to a mature mother-in-law. Huang ripe crops are mother-in-law, and their youth is no longer invincible, and know how to lean down to intimacy, just as close as children. Every time I see the wheat, I often have a strange inexplicable joy, after all, spent more than twenty years in the corn field, the skin was pricked by the prickly pear, and the nasal breath was mixed with wheatgrass.