麦子,一个普通的像脚下的黑土一样的名字。然而,就是这个普通的生命,滋养了我的祖先,我的父辈,我的生命和我的希望。我仰慕麦子,在我的意识里,再没有哪一种庄稼的个性,能够比麦子更加坚韧和充满活力了。秋天,当我把那一粒粒饱实的麦种撒播进土地的时候,我的希望也开始伴随着它? Wheat, a common name like black soil at the foot. However, this ordinary life has nourished my ancestors, my parents, my life and my hope. I admired the wheat. In my consciousness, there is no other kind of crop personality that can be tougher and more vibrant than wheat. In the autumn, when I sowed the grain-filled seed into the land, my hope began to accompany it.