Waiting for the sunset, this golden wheat field is dyed red with blood. I stand here, not waiting, but watching.
News of the scarecrow
In the wheat field, the clouds dried the sweat of the willow, and the autumn wind took away the thoughts represented by the maple leaves, which were spread to the distance with the horn shouted by the farmers.
The scenery in the country is always the most beautiful. The scarecrow smiles and thinks, and the slightly upturned radian of his mouth reminds people of the shallow waves aroused by children throwing stones on the lake, as sweet as crops after a spring rain.
She is a scarecrow. She has no friends, no comfort, and only enjoys it quietly. Even in this sad autumn moment in Wan Li, she just smiled. Perhaps, people made her out of straw just to let her guard the land, and it is hopeless to have feelings for her.
Until one day, she heard a song and she was intoxicated. She squinted, trying to let her heart enjoy this scene, and didn't even care that a lovely bird landed on her shoulder.
"How are you? Scarecrow? "
"hmm? Hmm! You are the bird that sings every day, aren't you? " Scarecrow busy rubbing her hazy eyes.
"Yes, it's me."
"Can you sing another song for me?"
Sweet songs came from the fields and echoed in this empty wheat field. The golden wheat wind hides a chill. Birds accompany the scarecrow every day, laugh with her, be silent with her, enjoy the sunshine in the autumn wind with her, endure the pain in the wind and rain with her, and wait for the dead leaves of poplars to fall all over the floor. This road leads to heaven. This lingering season, mixed with the afterheat of summer and the ravages of winter, is brutally declared in Beauty.
"Scarecrow, I'm sorry, I'm going to leave you for a while and go to the warm south."
"South? Fang? Why is the south better than here? "
"The south is good, because it belongs to our birds. We can't stand the cold in winter. "
"Then when can you come back?"
"Next spring!"
"See you next spring, then!"
The scarecrow watched the birds fly south, and tears came out of his eyes. When the afterglow of the sunset projected his back on the wheat field in the wind, she didn't know whether it was her tearful eyes or a shaking shadow.
"When the wind blows through my ears, I don't know who this second is for." The scarecrow foolishly thought, "Maybe the birds have flown to the warm south."
Straw is like a cloud floating in the wind, without direction and coordinates, with nostalgic signals, drifting along the old road of the sea.
There is only one scarecrow left in the wheat field. He is still standing here, frozen like a statue. Without wheat fields, there seems to be no sky. He bowed his head.
When the first snow in winter passed by her, the scarecrow couldn't hear the birds. When the bird turned away, it couldn't hear the scarecrow's last farewell. A tear fell on the Scarecrow's cheek, and an angel floated between two places thousands of miles apart. The Scarecrow knew that the messenger was him, and he was waiting for the Scarecrow's answer. She is thinking about how to send away the missing letters in her arms. Snow blocked her sight, which meant that she would never touch the wings of an angel.
Spring has finally come, and the floating clouds have brought back all those lost vitality and vitality. The spring breeze is green with pen and ink, the arrow of the wild goose points to the north, and the bird comes back.
But the scarecrow was devastated by the north wind, and in the spring rain, only a pile of straw was left. The bird searched hard in the air, and the young plants that emerged from the ground could hear him crying and choking in the field. Maybe I'll never see her again, only blue sky and trembling rainbow, just like Shakespeare's four tragedies.
At the end of summer, the bird collapsed on a straw. He heard the call of the scarecrow. The wheat has matured for another year, and this summer is coming to an end. She is smiling in this field full of fragrant rice.
"rice ... scarecrow, I'm back."
"Sorry, bird, I didn't insist."
"No ... it doesn't matter."
They hugged each other tightly and vowed never to part with pure friendship.
During the time I was with you, you were looking for me and I was waiting. In that autumn that was blown by the wind, you left, and friendship made me stand here and watch forever.
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