麦  收

                           （诗歌）

     

                                （网络图片）

                              麦子熟了

                              低头无语

                              站在阳光下

                              等待着回家

                              毒辣灸烤的阳光

                              太无情无义

                              越是在人们麦收的时候

                              越是露出一副狰狞的暴脸

                              蒸得人们

                              一滴滴汗珠在脸上蠕动

                              把一身衣服浇透

                              一朵白彩飘来

                              像一道厚厚的堵墙

                              把阳光遮在了云外

                              凉快了，还等待什么

                              加紧麦收

                              免得与阳光较劲儿

                              老农一头扎进了麦田

                              腰弯得似月牙

                              身后的麦铺子

                              像一个个撂倒的敌人

                              东倒西歪