yellow grass

The new ears of rice are one by one, and the stars are shining on them, and they are a little bright, like a layer of water droplets, with a little wind,... Her face is full of wrinkles, like a dried orange, where is it? There will be smiles! But seeing the little robbers eating rice leaves, they are very happy, full of food, and dancing on the bare stalks.
His skeleton is the thin bamboo branches in the bamboo garden, and his muscles and skin are the yellow straw of the next year.