四月的一天,到小浪底山上散心。为寻觅一块木化石奔走了两个小时之后,夹在皮鞋里的两只脚开始闹意见。左右无人,索性脱去鞋袜,任路面的温热熨贴疼痛的脚掌,用赤裸的脚心感受大地的脉搏。时而又拐入路边开得正旺的油菜田,嗅一嗅花香,沾一沾土气,回家的感觉油然而生。土地,是世界上唯一值得你去为之工作,为之战斗,为之牺牲的东西,因为它是唯一永恒的。或许是因为我对于土地有着斯佳丽对塔拉庄园相似的、无法 April day, to Xiaolangdi mountains scattered. In search of a piece of wood fossil ran for two hours, the two feet in the leather shoes began to see trouble. About no one, simply take off the shoes and socks, any pavement warm ironing foot pain, feel the pulse of the earth with a naked foot. Sometimes turn into the road side of the rape field is open, sniffing a sniff of flowers, James stained with a touch of home feeling spontaneously. Land is the only thing in the world worth your work for, fighting, and sacrificing for it because it is the only eternal. Perhaps because I have a Scarlett on the land similar to Tara Manor, can not