温暖遥远的雪山,在阳光下耀眼。近处草木探头。而我们依然低着头,弯着腰向前爬行。犁铧翻过的土地,一边是艰辛和汗水,一边是梦想和憧憬。时间的跫音划过季节的疆域,敲打着生命的真实与脆弱,也敲打着存活的泪笑苦乐与悲欢离合。一些人在春天莅临时远去,带走夜晚和星辰;一些人留在原地,坚守着岁月剥蚀后孤寂的田畴。日渐瘦小的背影,晃动在眼角。回眸间,溅起一地的晶莹。 Warm snowy mountains in the sun dazzling. Near the grass probe. And we are still bowed, bending forward crawling. Plowshares turned over the land, one side is hard and sweat, while the dream and longing. Time 跫 sound across the boundaries of the season, beating the real life and fragility, but also beating the tears of happiness and joys and joys of survival. Some people go away in the spring and take away the night and the stars; some stay in place and cling to lonely fields after years of erosion. Increasingly thin back, shaking in the corner of the eye. Looking back, splashing a crystal.