麦田围裹着村庄。远处有无边无际的山川,衔接着天空奇幻的色彩。金色的世界灿烂夺目,恢宏中透露着朴实。漫步在阡陌纵横的田野上,脚印陷在黑棕色的土壤里。满野的麦子,竖立着纤细倾斜的秆,麦穗羞涩地低着头。田地的中央,稻草人,俯瞰着自己的倒影。身体由麦秸扎成,笔直地屹立着,表情严肃而执著。他唯一的使命,就是不让淘气的鸟儿偷吃这里的麦子。春天,守护生命萌发的每个瞬间;夏天,守护阳光普照的每处气息;秋天,守护 Wheat fields wrap around the village. There are boundless mountains and mountains in the distance, and the sky is followed by the fantastic colors of the sky. The golden world is dazzling, and the grandness reveals simplicity. Wandering in the field of roaring, the footprints are trapped in dark brown soil. The wheat in the field full of slender slender stalks, wheat ears shyly head down. The center of the field, the Scarecrow, overlooks his own reflection. The body is made of wheat straw and stands erect, with a serious and persistent expression. His only mission is to prevent naughty birds from stealing wheat here. In spring, every moment of life is guarded; in the summer, every aspect of the sun is protected; in autumn, the guardian