风风吹稻浪来到山脚下的村庄爬上山坡绕过茅草,一片稻田风吹竹林唰唰唰吹过稻群沙沙沙风在耳边轻语着,低诉着告诉我农民伯伯劳作的故事:“春种一粒粟,秋收万颗子。”张开双臂站在稻田前风中夹杂着泥土与稻谷的香风儿轻轻推着我稻群像一张金黄色的床我想扑倒在上面稻群像金色的水池我想在里面畅游闭着眼享受大自然的洗礼感受着一切存在时间停止了童年·白野野菊每到秋天,曾外婆家的大山上便会开满星星点点的白野菊。这白野菊下,长眠着我的外婆。用手轻轻抚过,便会忆起童年的种种趣事。以前,每到外婆家,我都会叫外婆带我去曾外婆家玩。小小的我 Wind blowing rice waves came to the foot of the village climb the hillside around the thatched grass, a rice field winds blowing bamboo 唰 唰 唰 blowing rice rustling sand wind whisper in the ear, told me to tell the story of peasant uncle uncle : “Spring a grain of rice, autumn harvest million seed. ” Open arms standing in the wind before the wind mixed with soil and rice incense gently push my rice paddy like a golden bed I want to flutter Above the rice paddies like a golden pond I want to swim in the closed eyes to enjoy the nature of the baptism feel all the existence of time to stop the childhood · White wild chrysanthemum Every fall, Grandma’s mountain will be filled with little bits of white wild chrysanthemum . This white wild chrysanthemum, sleep with my grandmother. Gently caressed by hand, they will recall all kinds of childhood funny. Before, every grandmother, I will call my grandmother took me to my grandmother play. Little me