父亲的背弯成了大山的脊梁擎起一片蓝天永远守候着家园父亲的眼神穿透所有的植被与草皮照亮犁铧开辟的沟坎浇开一片片乡村的麦花父亲的目光穿透所有岁月在我脚下架起一座桥通向太阳父亲站在阳光和山歌里头颅低垂向那片土地面朝着黄土 头顶着烈日豆大的汗粒在额头上渗出顺着父 The father’s back turned into the backbone of the mountain and lifted up a blue sky. Waiting for his home forever. The father’s eyes penetrated all the vegetation and turf. He illuminated the plough. The open canyon poured a piece of rural wheat. Father’s eyes pierced all the years. A bridge under my feet led to the sun. My father stood in the sun and the mountain song. The head fell down to the land. The sweat on the surface of the earth, facing the loess, was dripping on the forehead.