一个好的耕者,他耕出的田,是一犁压着一犁,像黑色的波浪在翻滚;一个会做田的人,他挖出的土块,也是一锹压着一锹,像盖着小瓦的屋顶。这两种人令人心仪,可是我一直也没学会。不过,我在菜园里,把锹踩进土里,把泥土翻过来,也有一份快乐在。已是4月天。5点来钟天已放亮,6点刚过太阳就出来了,进了菜园便有暖暖的感觉。你看,白菜、蚕豆、荠菜、豌豆、白萝卜,倾情绽放,姹紫嫣红,间有蜜蜂嗡嗡嘤嘤,其势颇似选美大赛的方阵。至于菠菜、芫荽,虽没开花,但都窜得老高,菠菜老绿的叶 A good cultivator, he cultivated a field, a plow pressed a plow, like black waves rolling; a man who will do field, he digs in the soil, but also a shovel pressed a spade, like Roof covered with small tiles. These two kinds of people are admirable, but I never learned. However, I am in the garden, the spade stamped into the soil, the soil turned over, but also a pleasure. It is April day. 5 o’clock to the day has been bright, 6 o’clock just came out of the sun, into the garden there will be a warm feeling. You see, cabbage, broad beans, shepherd’s purse, peas, white radish, portrait bloom, colorful, between bees buzzing, its potential quite like beauty contest of the phalanx. As for spinach, coriander, although not flowering, but have channeling old, spinach old green leaves