麦子是五谷中的一员，是一种粮食。
Wheat is a member of the five grains and a type of food.
有一天，吃饭时。爸爸递给我一个馒头，我最讨厌吃馒头了，只能干吃，还没有咸菜，“爸爸真坏，我要吃吐了！”我不满地嘟囔着，只吃了半个就再也吃不下去了，可爸爸非让我把馒头吃完。“我真的吃不下去了！”我委屈地哭了起来。看着泪眼汪汪我，爸爸见状也红了眼眶。爸爸俯下身，捡起我扔在餐桌上的馒头塞进了嘴里，说：“孩子，你可知道，我像你这般大的时候，只有过年才能吃上馒头！”
One day, during dinner. My father handed me a Mantou. I hated eating Mantou most. I could only eat it dry, but there was no pickled vegetables. "Dad is so bad, I will eat and vomit!" I grumbled discontentedly. I could not eat any more after only eating half of it, but my father insisted that I finish Mantou. I really can't eat anymore! "I cried with grievance. Looking at me with teary eyes, my dad's eyes also turned red when he saw this. Dad bent down, picked up the Mantou I threw on the table and put it into his mouth, saying, "Son, do you know that when I was your age, I could only eat Mantou for the Spring Festival!"出处 wWW.zuOWeNBa.nEt
爸爸这句话深深地刺在我的心中，我仿佛看到爸爸小时候吃上馒头那种喜悦。从此后，我不再不浪费食品了。也是从这天起，我记住了一个字：麦。因为馒头是麦面做成的。准确来讲，是麦子做成的。
The words of my father deeply pierced my heart, as if I saw the joy of my father eating Mantou when he was a child. From then on, I no longer waste food. From that day on, I also remembered one word: wheat. Because Mantou is made of wheat flour. More precisely, it is made from wheat.
一年暑假，我们一家开车去农村的大姑家做客，正好赶上收麦子，妈妈便提出让我当一次“麦客”，我本不想接受，可亲戚们都在这里，我又不想成为亲戚们聊天的内容，更不想落得个“懒惰”的名号，便答应了。
One summer vacation, our family drove to visit our aunt's house in the countryside. Coincidentally, we were harvesting wheat, so my mother suggested that I become a "wheat guest". I didn't want to accept it, but my close relatives were all here. I didn't want to be a topic of conversation with my relatives, let alone be labeled as "lazy", so I agreed.
我随众人走进了麦地，我学着他们的样子挥动着镰刀，麦芒刺住了手上胳膊上，弄得我一个劲儿的抓，痒死了！田里的麦子一根挨着一要，密密麻麻，对于还是孩子的我割起来很费劲的。一个小时过去了，我割的这根垄，还不到几十米。一个下午，虽没割多少，却把我累得直不起腰来。
I followed the crowd into the wheat field, waving my sickle like they did. The wheat pricked my hand and arm, making me keep scratching and itching! The wheat in the field is harvested one by one, densely packed, which is very difficult for me, who is still a child, to cut. An hour has passed, and the ridge I cut is less than a few dozen meters. One afternoon, although I didn't cut much, it made me so tired that I couldn't straighten up.
“谁知盘中餐，粒粒皆辛苦。”想着这样的诗句，对麦有了更深一层的感悟。
Who would have thought that every grain of food on the plate is hard-earned? "Thinking about this line of poetry, I gained a deeper understanding of wheat.
还记得一年冬天，曾在一家店铺里见过做麦芽糖的。那匠人把催了芽的麦粒蒸熟，盛在榨篮里，在榨床上榨出糖水，把这糖水慢慢熬成粘稠的液体，掺上芝麻和爆好的麦花，放在口中又香又甜。香，又不过于香；甜，似乎又淡了些，得细品才能品出麦独有的味道。
I remember seeing someone making maltose in a store one winter. The craftsman steamed the sprouted wheat grains, put them in a squeezing basket, and squeezed out sugar water on the squeezing bed. The sugar water was slowly boiled into a viscous liquid, mixed with sesame seeds and blasted wheat flowers, and placed in the mouth to make it fragrant and sweet. Fragrant, yet not too fragrant; Sweet, it seems to be a little lighter, you need to savor it carefully to taste the unique flavor of wheat.
近日，喜得麦秸帽一顶，每日必戴，方能入睡。
Recently, I received a straw hat that I must wear every day to fall asleep.