在北大荒,春的脚步来得那么蹒跚。南方早已是莺啼草长的时节,可这里,大地、房屋、远处的树林,才渐渐褪去满世界的银装素裹,裸露出泥泞的小道和光秃秃的树枝。我对这栅姗来迟的春的信息浑然不觉,仍将自己紧紧包裹在厚厚的棉帽棉衣棉裤里。记得那已是到北大荒后的第三个年头,我的情绪始终处在冰 In the Great Northern Wilderness, the pace of spring has come so well. The South has long been a long time, but here, the earth, the houses, and the distant forests, have gradually faded into the world of silver, exposing muddy paths and bare branches. I was unaware of this late spring message and still wrapped herself tightly in thick cotton cap cotton trousers. I remember that it was the third year after the Great Northern Wilderness. My mood was always on ice.