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一站到关中平原七月间油画般的麦田边上,俺就想从身体里开一道渠,把多余的蒸腾的水分痛快地喷洒在金灿灿的麦子上。射出一道明亮的直线,或挑起一条漂亮的弧线,当然现在变成了不规则的虚线,运气好的话还能看到一弯细细的彩虹漂浮在上面,比斜土坡上紫色的迎春花还要妖艳。俺在三岔路口停下自行车,扶正绑在后座儿的鸡鸭鱼肉新鲜蔬菜,像正师级领导干部那样双手叉腰视察麦地。三条路一条通往古城西安和秦始皇兵马俑,一条通往武则天的乾陵和汉武帝的茂陵,另外一条羊肠小道通向俺的连队和一座小小的坟。
One stop to the edge of the Guanzhong Plain in July on an oil-painting wheat field, I wanted to open a channel from my body and spray the excess of transpiration on the golden wheat. Shoot a bright straight line, or provoke a beautiful arc, of course, now turned into an irregular dotted line, good luck, you can see a thin rainbow floating above, than the slopes purple spring Flowers even flirtatious. I stopped at the fork in the bike, righting tied in the back seat of fresh vegetables, fish and poultry, like a division-level leading cadres, such as arms akimbo inspection of wheat. One of the three roads leads to the ancient city of Xian and the Qin Shi Huang Terracotta Warriors and Horses, one leading to Wu Zetian’s Qianling and the Han Emperor Wu’s Maoling, and the other to the company of my own company and a small grave.