小满一过,地里的小麦一天比一天黄。走在乡间小路上,微风吹过,空气中弥漫的都是淡淡的麦香。望着眼前无边的麦浪,儿时的记忆又浮现在眼前。小时候,每当麦子发黄,籽粒灌浆时,也正是农村青黄不接的季节。每到这个季节,母亲总会告诉我们那句老掉牙的农谣:“麦子黄梢,饿死狼羔。”特别在中午时分,母亲总不让我们出去,她经常正色地说:“小孩子家瞎去地里疯啥,万一碰着狼咋办?”我们总是被堵在家里不让出门,急得抓耳挠腮,无所适从。 Xiaman over, the wheat in the ground yellow day by day. Walk in the country road, the breeze blowing, the air filled with a touch of wheat are diffuse. Looking at the boundless waves of wheat, memories of childhood emerge again. As a child, when the wheat yellow, grain filling, it is also the season of rural blue and yellow. Every season, my mother always tells us the old-fashioned folk rhyme: “The yellow tip of the wheat and the hungry lamb.” Mother never let us go out, especially at noon. She often said “ Kids go blind to the ground where the mad, in case of the wolf supposed to touch? ”We are always stuck in the house not to go out, anxious scratching, at a loss.