金秋周末,驱车经过乡村田野崭新的水泥路,像以往一样,总喜欢放慢车速,欣赏夕阳下田野美丽的风光。映入眼帘的是空旷的稻田。稻子熟了,黄甸甸的一大片,秋风微荡,泛起一阵阵稻浪,波及远处的青山,依稀见到山下屋顶的袅袅炊烟,给整片稻海披上朦胧的薄纱。田野上,老农奋力挥动手中的镰刀收获喜悦,额头的皱纹舒展开了,脸上露出了笑容。红蜻蜓在自由自在地飞舞 Autumn weekend, drove through the country’s new cement field road, as always, always like to slow down and enjoy the beautiful scenery of the fields under the setting sun. Glimpsed into the open rice fields. Paddy cooked, Huangdiandian a large, autumn wind little swing, wave burst into waves, spread far Aoyama, faintly see the curl of smoke down the roof of the mountain, to the whole piece of rice to the misty tulle. Field, Laonong struggling to reap the joy of waving the hand sickle, his forehead wrinkles stretched open, his face a smile. Red dragonfly flying freely