Before and after the National Day, the Guanzhong Plain began sown winter wheat, more than a month before the project, the whole earth was covered with green barley grass, as if covered with green carpet.Walking in the fields, the head sunny, cloudless, at the foot of green wheat seedling, endless. At this time, there is no snow, barley grass grazing is not afraid of, they can put a cornfield Qinchuan go, (but these sheep is not privileged, it drafted to eat too greedy, Barley will be uprooted.) So, green fields into a vast prairie, interspersed with leisurely Qinchuan cattle, or eating, or stroll, or Sahuan, or lying, are relieved the year to hard work and warm in this world tired, lazy and leisurely release, interpretation of freedom and happiness, until the sun was setting, the owner will come to catch them loop. Days like this only sunny afternoon two or three people would Lanlansansan farmers came to the ground, dragging a slender catch Luzhou (Long) cattle, not so much pressure Jin to soil moisture, as it is in line with the pace of the green letter letterhead to write poetry.This time desolate high-pitched opera Fed high cry, cry sounded low, sometimes hidden bitterness lingering, sometimes passionate indignation, innumerable twists and turns, drifting on the ridge to the banks, sprinkling various obstacles, attracted Guys and Dolls road stop your breath, witted. In turn, a solar calendar to March, Barley woke up.After a winter wheat seedling roots deeper into the tie, when the tiller before jointing, barley grass is not afraid of trampling.Fields, azure blue sky, lush earth.Kite-flying children, call it call it, is truly exciting.For a time, the black eagle, swallow red, green parrots, colorful goldfish, homemade tile the sky dotted with colorful kites.Carrying a basket holding a shovel digging wild who slouch help, we have come to enjoy the warm spring breeze, sunshine.University students also stand near Spring temptation as silk, they have out of school in twos and threes to the field road, branch of the Department of Fine Arts from the easel, talking about the Department of Chinese Literature and Aesthetics.Elm tree next to farm houses on the bolt with a ruminant is energetically old sheep, the mouth of the foam delicate transparent, milk bag bulging belly hanging.A few white lamb not yet weaned, fed milk, bounce chase Sahuan in a wheat field not far from where the green barley grass silhouetted against more white lamb. Guanzhong, green wheat, the young green corn, green nostalgia.