风,不知疲倦地吹着。这是从上游吹来的一阵风,它被断掉数次。在丝瓜架被长长的瓜藤断过,在芦苇荡被一人多高的苇杆断过,在一座白墙灰瓦的四合院前被坚硬的墙壁断过,甚至在一群灰黑色的水牛旁被它们魁梧的身体断过。断过,也不是一件坏事,因为在这阵风里,人们似乎还能看到芦苇的多姿,听到水牛的叫声,闻到草木那淡淡的芬芳。 Wind, blowing tirelessly. This is a gust of wind blowing from the upper stream, which is broken several times. In the loofah rack was long melon off, in the reeds swam by a person much higher pole break, in front of a white wall gray tile courtyard was broken by hard walls, and even in a group of gray and black buffalo was Their burly bodies are broken. Broken off, nor is it a bad thing, because in this gust of wind, people seem to be able to see the diversity of reeds, hear the buffalo’s call, smell the hint of grass fragrance.