鸟翅的叠声而过,大地的齐声叩问,谁在聆听一万亩麦田的沉默。谁在聆听一万亩麦田的苍茫。麦田不尽处:一个人影,迎着日出,在土地边缘盘桓。他,走过了季节的雷声和绿意的汹涌。他用一万次的呐喊,和整座大山的象征,向着每一株普通的小麦深深弯下腰去。像阳光的谦卑,像小麦叶片的谦卑。其实,任何形式的鞠躬,对于平凡的小麦都不是多余。它立足宽坦大地,立足丰足岁月,坚忍着力量,带起了色彩斑斓的时间的拔节。舒展之根,在每一粒泥土中 Birds wings folded over, the earth in unison, who is listening to the silence of a million acres of wheat fields. Who is listening to vast acres of wheat fields. Not complete field: a silhouette, facing the sunrise, linger on the edge of the land. He, through the seasons of the thunder and green turbulent. With ten thousand times of shouts, and the symbol of the whole mountain, he bent deeply to each ordinary wheat. Like the sunshine of humility, like the humility of wheat leaves. In fact, any kind of bowing is not superfluous to ordinary wheat. It is based on generous, based on abundant years, perseverance, brought a colorful time to join. Stretch the root, in every soil