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乡村收养了我的童年,却在我的心上住了一辈子。我在山村落地,发芽,学步,启蒙,虽然贫寒,却很自由,和野草一起疯长。要赤脚,便赤脚;要在草丛里躺着,就躺着;草叶在山坡上笑了,我们也笑了。风来了,雨来了,燕子来了,又走了。紫云英盛开时,我们采茶去,挖笋去。夏蝉鸣叫的时候,日子悠长得仿佛一生一世。放牛、喂兔子、玩蜻蜓,晚霞落下,炊烟升起。白露了,霜降了,田野要收割了,拔豆子,玉米长着长长的须,番薯堆了半
The village adopted my childhood, but lived in my heart for a lifetime. I landed in the mountain village, germination, toddler, enlightenment, although poor, but very free, and wild grass together crazy. To barefoot, they barefoot; lying in the grass to lie, grass blades of grass on the hillside, we laughed. The wind is coming, the rain is coming, the swallow is coming and gone again. When the clouds are full bloom, we pick tea and dig the bamboo shoots. When the cicadas call out, the days are long and seem like a lifetime. Feeding cattle, feeding rabbits, playing dragonflies, sunset glow, rising smoke. White dew, frost, fields to harvest, pull beans, corn grow long whiskers, sweet potato heap half