我命中的土地这片土地,静静地匍匐着,已经几千年几万年几亿年了。低沉,稳重,默默不语,始终生长着庄稼,也始终收获着。当然,也生长着野草,蓬勃着青纱帐,叙说着今生与往事。夜晚里游动的磷火,一阵阵游离的风。深埋地下的骨头,是土地的魂魄与支撑。一方土地,一方风雪,神定的月光,跃上竿头,风水荡漾。 The land I was hitting was quietly crawling for tens of thousands of years and tens of millions of years. Low, steady, silent, always growing crops, but also always harvested. Of course, weeds are also growing, flourishing with gauze, narrating life and past events. Phosphorus fire swimming in the night, waves of free wind. Deep underground bones, is the soul of the land and support. One side of the land, a snowstorm, God set the moonlight, jump on the pole, Feng Shui rippling.