一苏北的春天,有轻烟,有稻米香,有淡蓝色的声声呼唤。一朵朵野养麦的花儿,在黄河故道边上排列着大地与天空的秩序。不远处,木房子廊檐上的铜铃,像耳坠,在阳光下熠熠生辉。旷野无边,时光倒流。春天多么辽阔,漫山遍野的花儿全都变成了怒放的红颜。从古驿道边,荒烟蔓草的斜阳里,一轮红日坠人山坳那边温暖的怀抱。一条悬空的河,露出了鹅卵石的牙齿,行云流水的汉字,从古色古香的大地上升起,成为一种道法自然的中国精神。 A spring in northern Jiangsu, there is light smoke, rice incense, a pale blue voice calls. A blossoming of wild wheat flowers, arranged along the path of the Yellow River, the earth and the sky order. Not far away, wooden bells on wooden corridors eaves, like earrings, shine in the sun. Boundless wilderness, back in time. How vast the spring, all over the mountains and flowers all turned into a full bloom roots. From the ancient post road edge, non-smoking hay in the sun, a red sun fall over the warm embrace there. A hanging river, showing the pebbles of teeth, smooth flowing Chinese characters, rising from the quaint earth, a natural way to become a Chinese spirit.