当玉米苗盖住了田垄中的细草、高粱的长叶已抢先组成了洼里的青纱帐,被草洼的风戏弄出的声响,似在嘲笑那些在残留麦秸垄缝里生出的低矮豆棵。一场急雨过去,平原上的绿已翠得诱人,几乎占领了整个广袤的大洼,只把一点空隙留给了路上行走的车马,留给了蓝盈盈的那一湾湾河水。生产淡季的糖厂,房楼静呈在西下的骄阳里。蝉的鸣叫统治着偌大院落,走向东听的是蝉声,走向南也是蝉响,荒草丛丛的西院更是蝉唱。冬日曾经把甜菜堆成山型的储场,也是 When the corn seedling covers the fine grass in the ridge, the long leaves of sorghum have preemptively formed the hollow yarn in the hollow of Waltham and the sound of the wind opera in the kwawa seems to mock those low-rise beans that were born in the remaining straw ridge Tree A sudden rainy past, green plains have been attractive, almost occupying the vast Dawa, leaving only a little space for the carriage on the road, leaving the blue Yingying Bay of the Bay. Off-season production of sugar mills, real estate was static in the west sun. Cicada’s tweets dominating the courtyard, east to listen to the cicadas, to the south is the cicadas, the weeds bushes West Wing is cicada singing. Winter has beet into a mountain-type storage, too