"蒙田，“真正的學者就象田野上的麥穗。麥穗空癟的時候，它總是長得很挺，高傲地昂著頭；麥穗飽滿而成熟的時候，它總是表現得溫順的樣子，低垂著腦袋。” 山野的綠色尚末褪盡，還有一星半點的草梢還沒被染黃。秋波拂過稻谷，沉甸甸的稻穗搖晃著。風聲稻浪，如似一曲動人的樂章。那富于色彩的連綿不斷的山巒，不知疲倦地翻越，每一座山丘，找尋沉浸在時光里的溫柔與美好。 Montaigne, ""A true scholar is like the ears of wheat in the field. When the ears of wheat are empty, they always grow very tall and hold their heads proudly; when the ears of wheat are full and mature, they always behave docilely. With his head down."" The green of the mountains has not faded away, and there is still a little bit of grass tip that has not been dyed yellow. Autumn waves swept across the rice, and the heavy ears of rice shook. The sound of the wind moving the rice is like a moving piece of music. The colorful continuous mountains, tirelessly climb, each hill, looking for the tenderness and beauty immersed in time"