白玉米在乡下,最熟悉的就是玉米,它既是我们的食物,像土豆一样,也是我们前世的兄弟。我们长这么大,谁都吃过玉米,谁还能放弃玉米和那片土地呢,爱玉米就是爱我爹我娘;玉米也像人一样,那么多兄弟,住在同一所房子里,不争不吵,拼命地向上生长。最先一粒和最后一粒,同样享受着雨露阳光。同样在一片风里,站稳了自己的身子。这多像我的祖国,不管白天夜晚,一样有温和的风和群星照耀。生活在自由的大地真好。每一棵玉米,都站在风中,直到成熟了,也不会弯腰。它是能看见天空的植物,彩色的云飘得再 White corn in the country, the most familiar is corn, it is both our food, like potatoes, but also our previous brothers. We grow so big, who have eaten corn, who can give up corn and that piece of land, love corn is my father and my mother love; corn is also like people, so many brothers, living in the same house, do not fight Noisy, desperately growing up. The first one and the last one, enjoy the same sun exposure. The same in a piece of the wind, firm own body. This is more like my motherland, no matter the day or night, like a gentle wind and stars shining. It’s nice to live in a free land. Every corn stands in the wind until it is ripe and it will not bend over. It is a plant that can see the sky, colored clouds float again