稻草垛你曾经是输送养分的气管和血脉,庄稼因你而果实累累;你曾经擎举着沉重的稻穗,在秋风的舞动中托起金色的海洋。是你铸造了秋天的辉煌,是你奏响了丰收的乐章。如今,你将果实慰劳了城市,却与金钱、美誉、繁华、浪漫无缘:宽阔雄浑的马路无你立足之地,流光溢彩的广场难觅你的身影。你选择了独处乡村一角,默默无语,饮尽孤独, Straw stacks You used to be the trachea and vein that carry nutrients, the crops are fruitful for you, and you have raced heavy ears of rice and held the golden ocean in the autumn wind. It is you cast a brilliant autumn, is you played a harvest harvest. Today, you are relieved of the fruits of the city, but with money, reputation, bustling, romantic missed: the broad and mighty road without your foothold, Ambilight Plaza difficult to find your shadow. You choose a corner of the country alone, silently, drink all loneliness,