“你说,大地是什么颜色的?”“泥土的黄色。”“不,是铺天盖地的艾草的青。就像艾青的诗,一阵翠绿,一阵绒白。”——题记我不由得停住了脚步。驻足在一片广袤的大地前,一阵清风拂过,面前翻腾起绿色的波浪,一会儿是朴实的绿,一会儿是单纯的白。我翻开书的扉页,青绿的风儿夹杂着青绿的诗。朴实,单纯,自然,朦胧。就像艾青的诗,怀着满心的爱,像一棵棵雨后拔节的艾草,一个劲儿地往上长,从初生 “What color are you saying?” “The yellow color of the earth.” No, it is the green of the wormwood that is overwhelming. It is like the poem of Ai Qing, while it is green and fleece white. “” Inscription I can not help but stopped. Stop in front of a vast land, a breeze blowing, tumbling in front of the green waves, while the simple green, while a simple white. I opened the book’s title page, the green wind mixed with green poetry. Simple, simple, natural, hazy. Like Ai Qing’s poem, with full of love, like a rain-jointed wormwood, kept going up from the newborn