Have you smelled the ears of wheat in the wheat fields, and have you ever seen the melancholy watchman of the wheat fields? Only when the wheat field was glowing green like the sea in the wind did he have a smile on his face. He had a brother who had left for far away a long time ago, and he had the same melancholy eyes.
Not far from the wheat fields, there are gray factories, and the big chimneys are their cigarette rolls. When the brothers left, they left a poem: "Brothers of the whole world, embrace in the wheat field!" The Watcher had been silently reciting the poem, waiting for his brother, the brother of the whole world. As the days passed his brother had not returned, and the watchmen's sideburns were white.
Today's wheat fields are no longer like the wheat fields of the past, and when you stood on a large mound and looked out, the wheat fields seemed to have no boundaries. It takes your heart and your imagination far away, the faint yellow flowers among the ears of wheat, the lovers sitting side by side in the wheat field, and the little village floating on the wheat field. Every evening or morning, when the mist is thinly covered over the wheat field, there is always a song wafting from afar. Happy or sad, it seems to be related to the lack of the moon.
When the gray factory chimneys began to protrude into the sky. The Watchmen and his brothers began to be terrified, and the rumble of the machine often turned into the roar of the demons in their dreams. But after a long time the Watchman accepted the factory in silence, although its presence made him uncomfortable looking at the wheat field in the distance. But the brothers were increasingly manic in cursing the factory, cursing the chimneys that devoured the blue sky and the factory owner with a big belly. The brother said he couldn't stay any longer, he was going to the sea far away. So he decided to leave, and when he left, he buried his whole head deep in the skin of the wheat seedlings, and sniffed the fragrance of the wheat seedlings hard, which made him feel intoxicated. The Watcher knew that his brother would never return, and he had looked up at the sky to make a final farewell to his brother.
The brothers of the Watchmen can't stop the factory from eroding the wheat fields like a virus that erodes the healthy skin of the girls. The watchmen were confused, didn't they pity this beautiful wheat field? Didn't the invaders with red eyes grow up eating wheat? Hadn't they ever played hide-and-seek in a wheat field as a child? But the Watchman was powerless, and he waited day and night in the wheat field, nor could he stop the steel machine from trampling the green wheat field into a dirty gray. He thought that perhaps the brother had made the right choice, but he thought that if he also left, this last wheat field would also disappear.
He looked at the "only wheat field", which had long since lost the momentum of the sea, only a small patch like a pool of quiet stagnant water. And the wheat seedlings are not verdant, but a sickly yellowish green. The wheat fields were surrounded by tall factories, and their overlapping shadows pressed against the wheat fields and the watchmen, so heavy that it was impossible to breathe. The Watchmen were really old, and they didn't even have the strength to carry the hoe. There was something wrong with his eyes, and he burst into tears as soon as the wind blew with smoke and dust. His breathing became short and he often made worrying coughs. He went from a muscular lad to an aging old man! Maybe one day a gust of wind will extinguish the flame of his life. At this time, some people are looking forward to this day, this only wheat field has become the fat in the eyes of many people, this group of poor wheat!
When you turn your gaze slightly elsewhere and back, you find that the only wheat field has also disappeared. A factory that produces the evil blue potion occupies fertile ground. But where is our watchman of the wheat fields? Between the tall walls of the factory and the factory, in the shadow of the factory and the factory. A new grave protrudes slightly from the ground, where there is a tall tombstone with the inscription "Watchman of the Wheat Field."
When I went to visit the wheat field watchman for the second time, I found that a strong wheat tree had grown on top of the grave.