Under the cold August sky, the vast fields were silent. The hot summer has quietly slipped away, leaving a bleak scene in the fields after the busy farming.

As far as the eye can see, both sides of the road are full of bare wheat stubble, and there are no sheaves of wheat or stacks of wheat in sight. In the harvested pastures, the cattle are walking back and forth in despair.

From time to time, flocks of grey finches rose like dark clouds from the cornfields, and scattered like hailstones on the dusty roads.

Suddenly, above your head, a crow in despair and flies away. ...

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