【成长随想】一切的一切都敌不过时间……我还没有玩够呢,时间过得太快,六月了呢。麦穗心里这样想着,依然故我地与闷热的风嬉戏,不肯褪去青色的稚嫩。一位身材佝偻的老人望着满地的金黄,不由得嘴角上扬,眉梢渐弯,他想,明天就割吧。他走进田里,轻轻地抚摸着那些麦穗,布满老茧的手已经感觉不到麦芒带来的刺痛。忽然,他看见一株泛青的麦子,上扬的嘴角又归于平直。还是要等等,老人皱起了眉头。“何大爷,这麦子都熟了,咋还不割?”“还没熟透,还要等几天哩!” [Growing dreams] everything is against all the time ... ... I have not played enough yet, time flies too fast, June it yet. Wheat heart so thought, still so I play with the hot wind, refused to fade young immature. A tall, staid man looking at the golden ground, could not help but his mouth rising, brow bent, he thought, tomorrow cut it. He walked into the fields and gently stroked the ears of wheat, hands full of calluses have not felt the tingling caused by wheat. Suddenly, he saw a flourishing wheat, the mouth of the rise to return to straight. Or wait, the old man frowned. “Uncle, this wheat is cooked, ye do not cut? ” “Not yet cooked, but also a few days miles!”