在我的记忆里,最生动也最丰满的是长在村子四周的庄稼。那些香味,新鲜味不管我现在走到哪里,都在我的内心深处回荡,从不曾停歇。母亲经常对我说:你睁眼看到的第一件东西便是庄稼,叫你说出第一个字的也是庄稼。因为我是母亲在花生地里劳作的时候生下的,母亲的话,似乎一下子让我的眼前出现了大片大片嫩绿的庄稼,闻风起舞的,或者迎着日头歌唱的都有。看着看着,我便飞快地进入到庄稼的内部,沉浸到庄稼那无限的温润,绵延的清香,纯净的歌声中去了,那是属于庄稼的世界,那是一个神秘而圣洁的 In my memory, the most vivid and most abundant are the crops growing around the village. Those scent, fresh taste no matter where I go now, are echoed in my heart, never stop. My mother often said to me: The first thing you see with your eyes open is the crop, that is, you say the first word is also a crop. Because I was born when my mother was working in the peanut ground, my mother’s words seemed to suddenly appear in front of my eyes large tracts of verdant crops, wind and waves, or sing to the sun. As I watched, I swiftly entered the interior of the crop, immerse it in the immensely gentle, long-lasting fragrance of the crop, the pure song, the world of crops, a mysterious and holy