一大片金色海洋般的麦田里,一棵青麦孤独地生长。它是兄弟姐妹中的异类:其他麦子都已长出累累麦穗,等待着秋风的收割,它却仍在为长大而努力。作为割麦人有两个选择:让锋利的刀刃结束它迟钝的生命,抑或是耐心地等到这个迟钝的生命长出硕果。我假想我就是那株青麦,那我一定会希望割麦人选择后者。如果作为一株麦可以说话,我会苦苦地哀求他:“再等等我,我可以的,我不也是你亲手播下的种子么?” A large golden sea of ​​wheat, a green wheat grow alone. It is a heterogeneous among siblings: the other wheat has grown ears of wheat, waiting for the harvest of the autumn wind, yet it is still working hard to grow up. As a Tortrix have two options: a sharp blade to end its sluggish life, or patiently wait until the dull life to grow fruitful. I suppose I was that strain of green wheat, then I will certainly want to cut the wheat to choose the latter. If I can speak as a wheat, I begged bitterly: “Wait for me again, I can, I do not have the seeds of your own hand?”