回头一望，这一去竟已走过50年，透过密密麻麻的楼房往来时的乡下望去，当

回头一望，这一去竟已走过50年，透过密密麻麻的楼房往来时的乡下望去，当年和母亲捡拾麦穗的麦田，已经变成城市肥土，长出了郁郁葱葱的楼房；母亲两脚黄泥地站着为我唱歌的麦田，也已经变成了高速公路，车辆呼啸……想要看看青青麦子，我只能带着望远镜到更远的乡下，看更远的地方，可再也听不到《三月麦子青 四月麦子黄》这首滇中民歌小调了。<br>因为：“歌自麦田来。”

回头一望，这一去竟已走过50年，透过密密麻麻的楼房往来时的乡下望去，当年和母亲捡拾麦穗的麦田，已经变成城市肥土，长出了郁郁葱葱的楼房；母亲两脚黄泥地站着为我唱歌的麦田，也已经变成了高速公路，车辆呼啸…… 想要看看青青麦子，我只能带着望远镜到更远的乡下，看更远的地方，可再也听不到《三月麦子青 四月麦子黄》这首滇中民歌小调了。<br>因为：“歌自麦田来。 ”

Looking back, it's been 50 years since I went there. Looking through the dense buildings in the countryside, the wheat fields that my mother picked up with my mother have become the fertile soil of the city, and the lush buildings have grown. The wheat fields that my mother sang for me standing on yellow mud with her feet have also become the highways, and the traffic is roaring If I want to see qingqingmaizi, I can only take my telescope to the far country and see the far place. I can't hear the song "March wheat, green April wheat, yellow" any more.<br>Because: "the song comes from the wheat field."<br>