太阳刚刚冒出头,张亮就骑着摩托车一溜烟地出了家门。秋收已经结束,大地上只剩下残败的农作物秸秆,秸秆的叶子被强劲的秋风刮得满地乱跑,山野偶尔能看见放牧人驱赶着羊群在游荡。张亮来到山上,停好摩托车,肩头扛着铁锹,向四周巡视了一番,然后低着头仔细地寻找。他在找什么?张亮今年迷恋上一件事,就是在地里挖宝,所谓的宝贝就是玛瑙石。玛瑙石很早就在山上静静地沉睡着,被犁杖耥来耥去,有个别的人觉得好玩,就捡回家,小的放在花盆里,大的就随手扔在院 The sun just came out, Zhang Liang rode motorcycle slowly out of the house. Autumn harvest has ended, leaving only the stubborn crop stalks on the earth, the straw leaves were scraped by the strong autumn wind running around, the mountains can occasionally see herdsmen driving the flock wandering. Zhang Liang came to the mountains, parked a motorcycle, shoulders carrying shovels, patrol around a lot, and then looked down carefully. What is he looking for? Zhang Liang fascinated the last thing this year, is digging treasure in the ground, the so-called baby is agate stone. Agate stone long asleep in the mountains quietly asleep, was plowed to 耥 go, some people think fun, they picked up their home, a small place in the pot, the big readily at the hospital