躺在高高的麦垛上,我睡着了……小小的我走在一条乡间小路上,窄窄的路旁是大片的原野,比阳光还要灿烂的金色,耀眼而夺目。我慢慢地走着,不声不响,那麦浪,随风起伏,看久了,便有一种眩晕的错觉。很远的地方,传来“沙沙”的声响,像险峻的峭壁上,厉风呼啸着吹过松林,像嶙峋的海崖下,潮水静默地涌上沙滩,像佛堂前虔诚的诵读经文。小小的我踮起脚尖,远方的麦穗伏倒在麦田里, Lying on the tall rickety, I fell asleep ... Little I walked in a country road, narrow roadside is a large field, more brilliant than the sunshine of golden, dazzling and eye-catching. I walked slowly, quietly, that Mai Lang, ups and downs, looking for a long time, there is a dizziness illusion. Far away, the sound of “Sisha” was heard. Like a steep cliff, the powerful wind blew through the pine forests. Under the sea cliffs like the drooling, the tide flooded the beach silently like the former devout chanting Text. Small tiptoe tiptoe, the distance of wheat ears fell in the wheat fields,