十二月时,整个村庄都沉浸在甜蜜的酣睡当中。雪,趁着农人酣睡在夜间悄悄地落下,纷纷扬扬尽情飘洒,以风为媒,漫天飞舞,覆盖这静谧而安详的村庄。小麦也在睡着,头枕着大地母亲结实而温暖的臂膀,身盖着天空父亲给予的厚厚的白色棉被,傻乎乎地做着关于成长与收获的梦。梦中,它们变得茁壮,它们勇敢地抗住一次又一次的风雨考验,最后完成自己的使命——走进粮仓。呀!快看,它们钻出地面来了,羞涩地露出小脸。它们在调皮地伸胳膊蹬小腿,也许是太热了,它们想 In December, the entire village was immersed in sweet slumber. Snow, taking advantage of the farmer sleeping quietly at night, quietly falling, have flourished floating, wind as the media, flying, covering this quiet and serene village. The wheat was asleep, his head resting on the strong and warm arms of Mother Earth, covered in the thick white quilts his father had given to the sky, stupidly dreaming about growth and harvest. In dreams, they thrive, bravely resist the weather test again and again, and finally accomplish their mission - into the granaries. Come on, they came out of the ground, shy little face. They are naughtyly stretching their legs, perhaps too hot, they think