走在村庄的腹地,我不能不是个抒情的歌手。缕缕希望化作无枝可栖的零羽随风飘落,躺在向阳的绿草坡上,看风起云舒,听松涛轰鸣,心头逐渐澎湃着一种激情。于是,青春的心原上疯长出一种叫做诗歌的作物,一如父亲地头的一样长势良好,葳葳蕤蕤,只是,秋后,父亲的收成沉甸甸地在阳光下耸 Walking in the hinterland of the village, I can’t be a singer. He hopes to turn the zero-feather arboreal into the wind and fall on the green grass slope of the sunny side. He sees the wind rising from Yunshu and listening to the roar of Songtao, and his heart gradually takes on a kind of passion. So, the heart of youth grows a crop called poetry. It grows like a father’s head and grows well. Hey, just after the fall, his father’s harvest is heavy in the sunshine.