走过了都市里多少繁华宽阔的长街大道,飞越过长空中多少美丽飘渺的云白霞红!回首当年,牵动我心的却是故乡那条条崎岖狭窄的田埂。是赤脚走田埂的历历往事,让我一次次泪眼迷蒙。投胎农家,注定我生下来就要去爬田埂。当勤劳的父母躬耕于田间的时候,田埂也就成了我玩耍的场所。农家的孩子自然没那么娇气,一块塑料布往田埂上一铺,孩子向上一扔,大人们便安心地去田里忙活去了。至于滚个泥头土脸不算是个啥事,蒺藜划破点皮肉也没人 Walk through the city how many prosperous Broad Street, flying through the sky how many beautiful ethereal clouds white Xia Hong! Looking back then, affecting my heart is the hometown of the rugged narrow fields of that ridge. Is a barefoot go Tianji’s past, let me again and again misty eyes. Reborn farm, destined to be born, I’m going to climb farmland. When diligent parents bowed to the field when the field is also my place of play. Farmer’s child naturally not so fragile, a piece of plastic sheeting to Tian 埂 on a shop, the children fling up, the adults will be peace of mind to go to the fields to go. As for rolling a muddy face is not a shabby thing, Tribulus cut no skin no one