May comes on the golden seasons

(QBĐT) - May is the beginning of summer, but it seems to pour all the sun and heat into the sky and earth. In the midst of the hot days, farmers in my hometown are busy and bustling during the harvest season. From early morning when the roosters have not yet crowed, on the way to the fields, farmers are already talking and exchanging with each other about the work of the harvest season.

During harvest season, my hometown's rice fields are covered with thousands of heavy rice stalks, stretching out endlessly, a golden color like a silk strip that someone has spread across the fields. The golden color of the rice along with the gentle winds create waves of rice that gently move, softly and gracefully. The scent of the rice that has just ripened, the scent of the straw that has just been harvested, the salty taste of the soil... all blend together to create the flavor of the countryside during harvest season. A flavor that every child, when leaving their homeland, always remembers with longing.

Harvest time, when the sun is just smiling, the fields are bustling with the laughter of the people. If in the past, farmers had to spend a lot of time harvesting by hand, tying, bundling, carrying and threshing with foot pedal machines, things have changed now. Now, the countryside has put on a new coat, mechanized machinery has been put into production. Giant harvesters have helped farmers reduce their hardships, shortening the harvest time. Thanks to that, farming work has also become easier.

For the people of my hometown, rice is life, is breath, consider rice as a part of their flesh and blood. From the time the rice plant is young, farmers have taken care of it, cherished it and treasured it even more when the rice plant is ready for harvest. Because each grain of rice is a drop of sweat, effort through rain and sun. The grain of rice is life, is the hope for a bright future for their descendants.

When May comes in the golden season, it is the time when mother and father's shirts are soaked with sweat, their hands are rough and hasty, the sweat is salty. But no matter how hard they work, how much they sweat, how much effort they have to put in, to have a bountiful golden harvest, parents are still satisfied. Because after those drops of sweat, the children will grow up, will reach their dreams. That is the greatest harvest, the most bountiful harvest in the lives of fathers and mothers.

The hot, harsh summer sun made the faces of the farmers red, their bodies drenched in sweat... However, the fatigue seemed to disappear, everyone laughed heartily because this season the rice had few pests and diseases, the weather was favorable so the yield was quite high. Looking at everyone's hard work, my heart suddenly filled with indescribable emotions when I thought about my childhood, thinking about the bowls of rice my mother served, my mother always told me to eat it all so as not to waste it because "rice grains are pearls" given by God. Everything in my family, as well as the people in my hometown at that time, all depended on rice grains. Every year when there was a bad harvest, the whole village was in turmoil with many worries...

Bringing the rice home does not necessarily mean that the farmer is free from worries. Under the scorching sun, women and mothers “stand in the sun” to dry the rice grains. The rice grains must be evenly dried to be fragrant, sticky and delicious.

During harvest season, the farmers' worry is the sudden, rushing rains. At that time, everyone puts all their efforts into "running for rice", protecting the fruits of their labor. "Running for rice" is quite hard and tiring, but it is the "bridge" connecting the village and neighborly love, connecting the anger between husband and wife, brothers, neighbors, etc. Because even if there is anger, when it rains, no matter how angry they are, they will forget everything, join hands and work together to "run for rice", no one can bear to see the rice grains floating away... Just like the rice plants, always standing straight and leaning on each other in the wind and rain. The people of my hometown are the same, always living in love, solidarity, sharing all difficulties and hardships together.

Outside, the May sun is still casting a golden glow on the fields, the sun is painting the joyful faces of farmers with a bountiful harvest.

Source: https://baoquangbinh.vn/van-hoa/202505/thang-5-ve-tren-nhung-mua-vang-2226284/