秋天,庄稼已经收割,田野一下变得空旷,从它宽阔的胸膛里透过来一丝悠悠的气息。阳光褪去它火辣的性格,像一个顽皮的孩子,在东边没待多久,很快便跑到西边去了。那些晾晒在阳光下的庄稼追逐着阳光,让自己更加厚实内敛。午后,静静的院落里,偶或从远处传来几声狗叫。秋风拂过田野,拂过院里那两棵挂满黄叶的杨树,拂过一个满头白发,佝偻着的老人。她正将晒垫上的豆从晒不到阳光的地方往阳光里移 In autumn, the crops have been harvested, the fields become empty, and a long breath of breath comes through the broad chest. Sunshine faded its hot personality, like a naughty child, did not last long in the east, and soon ran to the west. Those who dry in the sun, the crops chased by the sun, so that they are more thick introverted. Afternoon, quiet courtyard, even a few dogs from afar. The autumn wind blew through the fields, brushing the two poplar trees covered with yellow leaves in the courtyard and brushing a white-haired, stubborn old man. She is moving the bean on the mat from the sun to the sun