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田野上,有一粒麦子被人们遗忘了,落在田埂上,像一只浇了水后丢在堤上的桶。秋天继续深入。在清寒的晨气中,秋天的阳光抹在田野上,也抹在这一粒麦子上。它穿透土壤的黑暗,长出如针的小苗。来地里除草施肥的人们,自远方踏步而来,这一株麦苗兴奋地在微风中晃动着绿色的身子,似蝴蝶抖动金色的翅膀。然而,没有人在走近它时停下来,甚至没有闲暇望它一眼,因为田野里有大片大片的麦子在等待着他们。
In the field, a grain of wheat was forgotten by people, and fell on the fields like a bucket thrown on the dike after being poured in water. Autumn continues. In the cold morning, the autumn sunshine wipe in the fields, also wipe the grain of wheat. It penetrates the darkness of the soil and grows seedlings like needles. People who come and weed and fertilize in the fields are coming from afar. This strain of wheat seedlings is shaking with a green body in the breeze excitedly, like a butterfly shaking its golden wings. However, no one stopped when approached and did not even bother to look at it because there were large tracts of wheat in the field waiting for them.