当我坐在金黄的玉米堆上,我是否也可以成为一株饱满的玉米?在三月,我应该腾出手去接春风里的桃花,但我生于北方,而我的北方迟钝。必定是流水的江南率先抢了那些粉啊,但这并不妨碍,我在春风只有几度的陕北,回看倒在好似邻家大院家门的一地庄稼。这些不是庄稼,这些就是庄稼。这庄稼早已褪去了衣衫和头饰,这庄稼早已成为无须装扮,也不必羞涩的果实。它们挨挨挤挤,它们任性自在,它们通体发光啊,它们要露出十万颗牙齿笑春 When I sit on the golden corn heap, can I become a full corn? In March, I should free hand to pick the spring peach, but I was born in the north, and my north is slow. It must be the first to grab the flow of southern Hunan those ah, but this does not hinder, I am only a few degrees in the spring of northern Shaanxi, back down on the door of a courtyard like home next to a crop. These are not crops, these are crops. This crop has long been faded clothes and headdress, this crop has long been no need to dress, do not have to shy fruit. They suffer squeeze, they are self-sufficient, they glow through the body, they have to reveal one hundred thousand teeth laugh spring