“嗖!”龙娃伸手在田里的秧苗叶上划过,手掌松开时,一只蝗虫直挺挺地跌落在被太阳晒得有些干卷的黄土地上。他抬起沾满泥巴的赤脚踩了上去,又在上面拧了两下,“呸!你个小东西还来糟蹋庄稼。”擦了一下额头的汗珠,他弯下腰双手拎起装满河水的木桶沿着田垄继续朝自家田地走去。龙娃,大名叫陈合龙,生活在豫西南一个叫高台庙的村子里,村里人都叫他龙娃,反而时间长了,许多人都想不起他的大名叫啥。烈日直晒在他黝黑宽厚的脊背上,浸出的汗珠依附在他高高隆起的背 “Soo! ” Longwa reached out across the field’s seedling leaves. When the palm of your hand was released, a grasshopper plummeted onto the loess ground dried by the sun. He raised the muddy barefoot and stepped on it again, twisting it twice. “” You little thing still spoil the crops. “” He wiped his forehead sweat and bent his hands up Mansui along the ridge along the ridge to continue their own field walked. Longwa, named Chen Hailong, lives in a village in the southwest of Henan called Gaotai Temple. The village people call him Longwa. Instead, it takes a long time and many people can not remember his big name. The sun shone on his dark, generous back, the sweat leaching attached to his domed back