一山民们起得晚。都已是日上三竿了,才听到谁家的栅栏响了一声,吱呀呀地,像个哮喘病人。其实,并不是山民懒,也不是山民懂得有钱难买回笼觉,只是起来了没事儿可做。这一带土地贫瘠,世世代代均是看天吃饭。有雨,就有收成,没雨,纵然你没日没夜地将那汗珠子摔成八瓣十六瓣,播下去的谷物可能连个芽也发不出来。有人说,有志者事竟成,其实在许多地方,它只是一句骗人的话。屈指数来,都有好几个月滴雨未落了,树萎 A mountain people get up late. It is already on the top of the three poles, only to hear someone’s fence rang, squeaking, like an asthma patient. In fact, it is not a mountain lazy, nor is it that the mountain people know that they can not afford to buy it. They just have nothing to do. Barren land in this area, from generation to generation are watching the weather eating. Rain, there is a harvest, no rain, even if you day and night that sweat beads into eight petals sixteen, the sowing of the grain may not even send a hair. Some people say that if there are people who will do what they want, in fact, in many places, it is just a lie. Yield index, there have been several months did not drop dripping, tree wilt