露珠还在草尖上说着呓语父亲的吆喝声就喊醒了家乡的山山水水犁铧很锋利迅速地翻剪出肥沃的希望岁月很锋利在父亲的额上犁出深深的记忆目光很锋利父亲总能看透与犁铧相关的美丽故事比如秋天摇摇比如我们回家的时候父亲扛着犁铧和山脉眼睛像夕阳点燃了天边的晚霞点亮了山脚那个 Dew is still talking on the tip of the grass, saying that his father’s screams call him awake. His hometown’s mountains, waters, and ploughs are sharp and sharp. They turn and cut out fertile hope. The years are very sharp. The father’s forehead plows a deep memory. His eyes are sharp. Father can always see through the beautiful stories related to ploughshares. For example, when the family shakes in the autumn, for example, when we go home, my father ploughs the ploughshare and the mountain eye looks like the setting sun ignites the glow of the horizon. It lightens the foot of the mountain.