七月流火,八月载绩,转眼间,九月如同一个刚出生的婴儿,啼出了最嘹亮的那一声,震颤了一池的秋水。九月本是收获的季节,金黄的麦穗交出了一份份沉甸甸的成果,农人布满沟壑的脸上勾勒出了一抹抹满足的笑意;但收获之后,不是心满意足的凝滞不前,而是开始了新一轮希望的播撒,播撒希望的不仅是农人,还有我们。 July flow, August performance, an instant, in September as a newborn baby, squeaked out the loudest of the sound, trembling a pool of autumn. September was the season of harvest. The golden ears of wheat gave up a heavy result. The faces of the peasants, full of ravines, outlined a smile of satisfaction. But after the harvest, they were not satisfied with the stagnation Instead, it begins the sowing of a new round of hope. It is not only the peasants, but also us, that sow hope.