诗意的干草堆记得还是坐绿皮火车的年代,曾经在咔嗒咔嗒的节奏里认真地看过秋收后的田野。已经没有了随风而动的金黄色的麦浪,水稻、玉米也都被农民收入粮仓。但是,那一地的金黄还是让我兴奋不已,那扣着破旧草帽,偶尔肩上停驻一只鸦雀的稻草人我是没有见过,不过,农民们用叉子叉起的一垛垛干草堆,在田野上每隔一段距离就会出现一个,倒也很有些独特的味道。当年我也只是在路过那些简单的风景时,才会应景似的欣赏它们。 The poetic haystack still remembers sitting in the age of green trains, having carefully read the fields after the fall in the rattling pace. There is no wind and golden wheat waves, rice, corn are also farmers income granaries. But I was so excited by the golden light in that place that I had never seen a scavenger holding a crow on a straw hat and occasionally holding a crow on her shoulders, , In the field at intervals will appear one, but also quite a bit unique flavor. When I was just passing those simple landscapes, will only be like to enjoy them.