我时常想起农村的犁铧,在春种时节被农民握在手里深深地翻耕土地,秋收时节被农民高高地挂在房檐上的犁铧。在我心里,犁铧是打开春天播种大门的使者。当春天的脚步轻轻地走来,犁铧就开始在田野里自信地行走。沉默了一个冬季的土地被全部唤醒,那些曾经被大雪蹂躏过的板结土地重新被翻耕过来,露出它们黑黑的面孔和鲜活的质地以及对丰收的渴望。犁铧是谦逊的,它只是辛勤地付出,干着属于它该干的事情。无论是在田间耕耘,还是被高高挂起闲置,它都默默无言。犁铧是坚韧不拔的,一旦投入泥土之中,便勇往直前, I often think of the rural ploughshare, in the spring season was peasants in the hands of deep plowing the land, the autumn harvest season peasant high hanging on the eave on the ploughshare. In my heart, Plowshares are messengers who open the door to planting the spring. When the footsteps of spring came gently, Plowshares began walking confidently in the fields. Silence of a winter’s land is fully awakened, and the land that once was ravaged by snowfall is plowed back again, revealing their dark faces and fresh textures and longing for good harvest. Plowshare is humility, it is only hard to pay, dry belongs to the dry thing. It is silent, whether cultivated in the field or suspended from height. Plowshare is gritty, once into the soil, they move forward,