这是一个草原稀少、麦田遍布的时代。这个时代,自由随着草原远逐天边,疾风翻滚着劲草瞬间便已穿越千里。站在草原上举目四望,一切似乎都轰轰烈烈,却什么也没有留下,那些向往与憧憬留在了目力难及的天边,仿佛一个梦境般遥远。这个时代,麦田逐渐蚕食着土地,一粒粒种子自泥土中拔节而出,从嫩绿到金黄,从弱不禁风的幼苗到金黄饱满的麦穗,一滴滴汗水浸润着寂寞孤独,自小小的方寸之地生发而出,养育着那些平凡的生命。 This is a rare grassland, wheat fields throughout the era. This era, freedom with the prairie sky by the sky, the wind tossed grass rush moment has crossed thousands of miles. Stand on the grasslands looked around, everything seems vigorous, but nothing left behind, those longing for the vision and stay in the hard-edged horizon, as if a dream far away. This era, the wheat fields gradually eroded the land, a grain of seeds jointed from the soil, from tender green to golden, from fragile seedlings to full golden wheat, dripping sweat infiltrated with loneliness, since the small square inch Germinate to raise those ordinary life.