What did the author write about firewood in the street? Can you say it briefly in your own words?

Walking into the village entrance, the most striking thing is a pile of firewood accumulated in the water outside every household. This most unusual landscape has become the most prominent symbol of the countryside-no matter rich or poor, there will be a pile of firewood on the street, just like the rainbow in front of the restaurant, which will form a long queue in a refreshing way. It combines the joy of villagers, simple aesthetic orientation and warm feelings for their homeland. After beginning of autumn, every household cleaned up the broken east and rotten west outside the courtyard wall of this street to make room for the newly harvested straw in the field. After the autumn harvest, the land became empty, and tall and short crop stalks gathered in the village and circled their own turf in the street.

If you want to build a straw pile, you can't do it without gathering people. Therefore, the haystack belongs to the product of the collective era. Since the collective dissolution, the straw stacks have basically disappeared in the countryside and even on the earth. But the stakes are different. The woodpile belongs to families and individuals. Therefore, in rural areas, as long as families exist and trees grow on the mountains, woodpiles may never disappear.