飞机在空中领航,它翱翔的高度和速度人类无法企及,我在辽阔的原野上奔跑,只为完成今年的一个心愿:认识一株小麦。一株小麦行走的历史似乎尚未终止,人是会思考的芦苇,二者相遇,难道不是人类的幸运?一株小麦走近麦田,背对城市,在乡间公路跑完马拉松全程42.195公里。碧绿的原野映入眼帘,小麦长势喜人,扭头眺望城市,空中一派繁忙景象。 The plane piloted in the air, its flying height and speed of human unmatched, I ran in the vast fields, only to accomplish this year’s wish: to know a wheat. A wheat walking history seems to have not yet terminated, people are thinking of reed, the two meet, is not it human luck? A wheat approached the wheat field, back to the city, ran the entire length of the marathon on the country highway 42.195 kilometers. Green fields greeted the wheat grows gratifying, turned his head overlooking the city, a busy scene of the air.