It was early May, and the wheat in the fields was about as long as an arm, with no wheat heads formed yet, radiating a green color.
But at this moment, as the sun set in the west, the huge orange fireball in the sky released infinite light and heat, painting everything in the world with a golden hue.
The wheat fields were no exception.
Although the wheat was not yet robust and the golden sea of wheat had not reached its most spectacular phase, at this special time of dusk, the scene before us had a distinctive charm.
This landscape, entirely man-made, was different from the natural wonders crafted by nature, yet it possessed a different kind of orderly beauty.
At least when Colin and his two companions saw the scene at this moment, they all fell silent in unison.
"The golden sea of wheat truly lives up to its name." After a while, Lillian retracted her gaze and remarked.
