There are many poems describing golden wheat fields.
The details are as follows: 1. Tens of thousands of acres of golden sky reflect the blue sky, and the wind blows the waves of wheat ears.
2. I am happy to see the golden fields of Qianda and another good summer harvest.
3. The wind blows the aroma of ripe wheat, and the ditch is filled with brilliant golden light.
4. The fields on the ridges are busy, and the ears are full and fragrant.
5. The cuckoo sounds are gentle on the branches, and there is laughter in the field of miscanthus.
6. When the golden waves roll in, every household will have a surplus of wheat.
7. I planted several grains last autumn, and the fields were filled with green seedlings in spring.
8. The sun is shining brightly, and the fields are full of wind and wheat waves.