一紫色的泡桐花下,春天并不鹅黄嫩绿,节令正当谷雨,中原大地上的绿早已铺陈开来。回想那年看到杨树嫩绿的新叶,列队路旁,像孩童稚嫩的小手在风中拍响,那应是惊蛰或春分时节吧,春天的印象与眼前大不相同,那是大地从枯槁中苏醒,北方的春天万物都在萌动、新生。季节制造着大地的梦幻之境。那年我到了开封,早已不记得年份了;今年为丙申,要去的地方是汝州。都是熟悉又陌生的地方,它们在汉语中就像春天的绿色穿过一茬茬岁月,浸染着历史。不论你在大地 A purple paulownia flower, the spring is not goose green, seasonal cereal Valley rain, the green on the Central Plains has long been laid open. Looking back that year to see the young leaves of verdant green, lined up next to the road, like a child innocent little hands in the wind, it should be Jingzhe or vernal equinox, the impression of spring and the immediate difference, it is the earth from withered Wake up, everything in the spring of the North are sprouting, new students. The seasons create the dreamland of the earth. That year I went to Kaifeng, long ago I do not remember the year; this year is Bing Shen, where to go is Ruzhou. Are familiar and unfamiliar place, they are in Chinese as spring green through a stubble years, immersed in history. Whether you are on earth