On a slope when I got home in the county town, I jumped off my bicycle. Because the slope was quite high, it was a bit tired when I stepped on it. The truck flew past me. It was windy. It seemed that the corn leaves in the field were blown and swayed. Turned my head and looked at the corn pole that was already taller than people. I realized that the corn was ripe and went home to pick a few bags of tender corn in the field and cook it. It was so fragrant.