我在苏北大地之上,搬动小小的身影,碑刻荒芜,卑微如一枚没有姓氏的叶子。作为怀念,我寄情于大风,它的深邃、辽阔,它的不带一丝悲伤。即使在没有星星的夜空下,我仍能感觉到小沛,来自楚汉那黄土中飞扬起伏着的久远的呼吸,和家乡父老 I am above the earth in northern Jiangsu, moving a small figure, inscriptions barren, humble as a no name of the leaves. As a reminder, I love the wind, its deep, vast, it does not bring a trace of sadness. Even under the starry night sky, I can still feel Xiaopu, the long-standing breath of ups and downs from the loess of Chu-Han, and my father