稻花开了,点点星星的白在绿的宣纸上蔓延;一片片白云,把蛙鸣和月色连成一片,把田垄与田垄连成一片,把村庄和天空连成一片。父亲的心事浮在云尖,欢快地打着滚儿。缕缕暗香,溢出纸面,沾上薄薄晨露,给村庄裹上一层甜蜜幸福的色彩。一朵挨着一朵的稻花,在阳光下轻轻摇曳,咬着耳朵窃窃私语,初开的情窦绽放成田间最美的笑脸。 Rice flowers bloom, a little white star in the green spread of rice paper; a piece of white clouds, the frogs and the moon together, the ridge and ridge together, the village and the sky together. My father’s thoughts floating in the clouds, happily rolling. Strands of subtle fragrance, overflowing the paper surface, stained with thin morning dew, to the village wrapped in a layer of sweet and happy colors. A flower next to a flower, gently swaying in the sun, biting his ears whispering, the beginning of the love song bloom into the field the most beautiful smile.