Wind Shakes the Barley

"Under the blue sky, there is a golden wheat wave." When the melody sounded, I unknowingly returned to the summer field.

The summer wind, blowing through the wheat fields, blowing green grass, blowing flowers, blowing the sun.

"Sha La La, Sha La La ..." A wheat sang. Then, the pieces of wheat sang together. Like a fresh little song, it makes people happy; it is like a magical poem, melting the worm's tweet, the shaking of the leaves and the cockroaches of the birds, making the world of sound soft.

At this moment, every nerve in my body, no, should be said that every cell is immersed in the concert of Mai Lang, so intoxicated. Not only me, but the birds in the sky, the reptiles on the ground, are also intoxicated, insanely, standing in the trees motionless.

The golden color of Mailang is a kind of strange yellow, the kind of shaking yellow, it is blended with the stunning flowers, the fresh grass, the masculine of the trees and the gentleness and femininity of the river. That golden, swayed into my eyes and swayed into my heart.

This golden color is also difficult to present in the hands of senior painters, because this golden, with a sense of movement, has life.

The wind doll is tired and has a rest. The fields calmed down, and only a few insects plucked the grass, and a voice was heard in the grass.

Sha La La - Sha La La...

Like the aftertaste of Mai Lang, gently, there is a fresh feeling. Gradually, the afterglow disappeared, leaving only a silence...

Sixth grade: baby