密密麻麻的庄稼哗哗作响,一年的收成在农人的眼窝中炫出黄铜的光亮,如毒辣的太阳金黄色的芒刺;那刺刺到石头上、庄稼上、铁制的农具以及农人微笑而又大汗淋漓的脸上,以至于辽阔的山塬也腾起苦乐交织的丰收的波浪。而后,随着夕阳慢慢落山,你看到一条光辉的河,漂浮着金色的落叶,缓缓地,随着暮归的羊群打月下流过;伴随着牧羊人的吆喝声,夜暮升起,秋风落下,交错中变换出平行抑或旋转的弧度。而此时,农人们正满载而归。 The dense crop of crops rang, a year’s harvest in the farmer’s eyes flashing brass light, such as sinister sun golden prickles; that stab to the rock, crops, iron tools and tools Smiling and sweating face of the farmer, so vast mountain plateau also plagued the brisk harvest of waves. Then, as the setting sun slowly goes down, you see a glorious river with golden leaves floating slowly through the moon as the twilight goats hit the moon; From the autumn fall, staggered in the transformation of parallel or rotation of the arc. At this point, farmers are returning home.