单车在金黄的田间悠悠滑过,金秋的路面上急驰着瑟瑟的风。几个星期后,在田里孕育已久的一束束稻子将被收割下来。我能听见风从这些齐头并进、等待收割的稻子上划过的声音。我想,农民的牵挂可以有着落了。它们就像是他们十月怀胎的孩子,牵系着他们质朴的容颜和欣慰的欢歌。 The bicycle glided through the golden field and rushed into the wind on the golden autumn road. A few weeks later, the bunch of rice that has been in the field for a long time will be harvested. I can hear the wind from the rice that goes hand in hand and waits for the harvest. I think that the peasants’ concerns can be settled. They are like their children who were pregnant in October. They are led by their pristine face and joyful song.