Today's topic is: If you were asked to write a slogan for an acre of wheat field, what would you write? Try to remember and keep quiet.

At the end of May, it was golden everywhere. Hometown in May, wrapped in gold. In the wheat wave, bright yellow is so attractive, beautiful and absorbs the soul.

I still often go for a walk in the wheat field, along the familiar path, bathed in bright sunshine and breathing the breath full of wheat fragrance. Everything is so intimate and natural, so changeable. Unconsciously, the straw has changed from dark green to yellow green. The ears of wheat are getting golden. The trees in the distance set up a green barrier for the wheat field, like a protector, watching the baby be born.