第二百八十三章日记33(2/12)

的火蛇在可怜的麦子上狂舞，枯瘦的麦子在烈火中痛苦的呻咽着。
                                                                                                                                                                母亲开始大哭起来，“仁慈的主呀，您咋能让麦子着火呢，都烧了让人吃啥，没了麦子俺可咋活……”她边哭着边从麦场里抢出一把麦子，她可能吓昏了头，竟没看到手中的麦子正冒着火花。父亲一把夺过来，扔进燃烧的麦场里，他怕把火引到别家。“俺家的场是保不住了，大伙招乎其他的吧。”他黎黑的面孔烤得通红，象燃烧的炭。
                                                                                                                                                                在众人的奋力抢救下，火势最终得到控制，只烧了我家和海大爷两家的，没有漫延更多。
                                                                                                                                                                
                                                                                                                                                                白白的麦子渐渐变成黑黑的灰烬，烟气里飘散出焦糊的香气，是麦子的魂吗？我呆呆瞅着失火的麦场，耳边一直响着母亲沙哑的哭声。哭声突然断了，有人大喊医生，母亲昏过去了。悲伤的不止我一家。不管牵连没有牵连，人们的眼里都含着悲伤。火场边，孩子们的“哇哇”啼哭声，妇女的嚎啕大哭声，叫嚷声，奔走声充斥我的双耳，亲人们泪水横流的悲伤面孔，烈火施虐的凄惨场面，塞满了我的双目。我不忍听，不忍看，可又无能为力，我没有流泪，泪水能起什么作用呢？我只有默默乞求，快快熄灭吧，烈火。
                                                                                                                                                                麦子是农民半年多的血汗，是农民一年的口粮，烈火却不知疼惜，一把火就给抹尽了。很多人说，一场火下来至少五年爬不起来。
                                                                                                                                                                
                                                                                                                                                                
                                                                                                                                                                我非常伤心，但伤心于事无补。我要努力，我要奋斗，我要改变这一切！除此我还有什么办法呢？
                                                                                                                                   

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