已入深秋,冬意渐至,太阳整天藏匿在稠稠的云层里不肯露脸,瑟瑟的冷风不止息摇拽着田头的枯树……远远望去,大片广袤的原野,先前的金黄已被农民们用垂淌的汗水收获。在那喜悦与劳苦交杂的时光里,他们仍旧没日没夜地在偌大的田间劳作——捆草、运输、翻土、锄田…… Has entered the late autumn, the winter Italy gradually, the sun hid in the thick clouds all day refused to show his face, the rustle of the wind shook the dead trees of fields ... ... from afar, a vast expanse of wilderness, the previous Golden has been harvested by the peasants with sweat dripping. In that time of delight and misery, they still labor day and night in vast fields - hauling, transporting, turning over soil, hoeing fields ...