玉米之痛有谁能理解玉米之痛,如同分娩的母亲,砸出婴儿落地的啼哭。一颗颗露珠止住喜泪,透过绿叶的缝隙,她挺直腰杆;凸起的腹部滴出一种痛感,把肥硕的秋天变成分娩的孕妇远山的呼唤我的心随着北飞的大雁,把江南春色驮进故乡的山脚;我怕惊醒安息的母亲,洒泪浇活一群黑蝴蝶。 Who can understand the pain of corn pain of corn, as the mother of delivery, hit the crying baby floor. Dewdrops stop tears of joy, through the leaves of the gap, she straightened the spine; protruding belly dripping a kind of pain, the fertile autumn into a pregnant woman mountain far into my heart with the North Flying geese, the southern spring pack into the hometown of the foot; I was afraid to awake rest mother, shed tears pouring live a group of black butterflies.