踏上通往村庄的那条田间小道时,我才感觉到,秋天是真的来了。高高的玉米,在路两边列队站立。每一棵,都像怀抱了一个婴儿,层层包裹中,玉米棒子籽粒饱满。再过些日子,它们就要回家了,回到农人的粮仓里去。充盈在鼻孔里的,是鲜玉米幽幽的清香。我狠狠地吮吸,把这香,力图都吸进身体里。一阵秋风来,拂过玉米地,拂过我的脸,让我感觉无比的舒适——这是秋天对人最温柔的抚摩。和遇到的每一个村里人打招呼。他 When I embarked on the path leading to the village, I realized that autumn was really coming. Tall corn, lined up on both sides of the road. Each one, like a baby embracing, layers of parcels, corncob full of grains. A few days later, they will go home and return to the farmer’s granaries. Filled in the nostrils, is the faint fragrance of fresh corn. I fiercely sucking, the fragrance, trying to suck into the body. A few autumn winds, brush the cornfield, brushing my face, I feel very comfortable - this is the most gentle touch of the people in the fall. Encounter each person in the village with greetings. he