粮画天地之间,你像一个欢天喜地的小孩。天边,你翻滚小麦,用波浪的方式连接我和你。民以食为天,你就是天,你把粮食一一喊回粮仓,然后组成各种图案,构成画魂。你和世界都是圆的,堆圆的麦垛,冒着热气,像蒸好的馒头,喂养着粮画小镇。你把粮画刻进了生命的脉络。春天,分泌出永恒的喷香。粮食的城堡,苞谷、小麦、大豆、红彤彤的高粱,世界上 Food between heaven and earth, you like a happy child. On the horizon, you roll the wheat and wave me and you. People eat the sun, you are the days, you shout food back to the granary, and then formed a variety of patterns, constitute painting soul. You and the world are round, round the circle of wheat, steaming, like steamed buns, feeding the food painting town. You have carved grain into the context of life. Spring, the eternal fragrance secretion. The grain castle, Baogu, wheat, soybeans, the bright red sorghum, the world