Unconsciously the Mid-Autumn festival, the temperature began to lower, cool breeze blowing through people's side, feeling refreshed. The wheat in the field shook with comfort, and danced with joy; In the distance, rows of tall trees shed their dark green shirts and replaced them with golden windbreakers. A flock of wild geese in the grey blue sky soared south and sang the song of the south.
Just as the day was light, he heard the sound of ^v^gollum,^v^ which was the most diligent newspaper man in the village, the cock, who gave his voice a loud voice. The industrious peasant rose from his unwarm bed, and carried his sickle, and his sickle, on the path of the field. It's only about five o 'clock. They began to harvest the wheat at the end of their own land. The farmer squatted down, his upper body bent into an arch, his left hand grasping a handful of wheat, and his right hand grasping the sickle in two thirds of the top of the wheat root, and quickly cutting it off. Now the sun had risen, and the shining light was shining on the fields and the farmers like a painting. Women in the family would carry baskets, benches and baskets of breakfast. Wife in a head of the basket, in relatively flat space, put the bench near the basket, careful will set the breakfast, waiting for her husband to cut the wheat, the couple happiness sweet after eating a meal.
At the same time, young people are just get up, along with the cheerful bird songs, wash, cook, of course, some may morning exercise when everything ready, they were sitting at the table for breakfast. It's already seven o 'clock.
About eight to nine o 'clock, the ^v^little slackers^v^ woke up from their slumber and seemed to wake up and cry, but perhaps to call his mother. Mother held the child in her arms, gently coaxed.
At this time, the farmers in the fields are also sweating the wheat harvest, although it is Mid-Autumn festival, but at noon the sun still released the heat of the June, let people feel the heat of the body.