秋夜无寐拖着沉沉的躯囊在田间的垄上寻觅那颗遗落的种子攘攘的稻花叠叠地荡起串串浪纹朗朗月色浅浅地吻着金色的梦我的心在绵绵的细吻中却依然笼着淡淡的灰白摇曳的花香中心剧烈地搏动着似乎感受到种子有声也有色冷寂的夜虫子已回到暖暖的巢可金色的花儿为何未被采去留做暖巢 In the autumn night, there was no way to drag a heavy body to find the fallen seeds on the field ridges. The rice flowers piled up and shuffled. The waves were langing and moonlight. The moonlight kissed the golden dream. My heart was raining. In the kiss, the delicate gray swaying flower center is pulsing violently. The night insects who seem to feel the sound of the seeds and the silence of the colored flowers have returned to the warm nest. Why the golden flowers were not picked up and kept warm? nest