一株高粱行走在孤寂的夜晚夜晚是岁月的驿站。岁月太沉重,岁月把虚妄的果实举得很高,高过了一株高粱的头颅。比高粱高的食粮植物已经不多了,玉米比不过她,玉米太敦厚,没有高粱的修长和稀疏。当然,高粱的孑然独立无时无刻不在经受着俗世的流言蜚语和成长的倾轧陷害。这就是高粱,这就是一株行走在孤寂的夜晚里的倔强的高粱。等所有的灯火在骤然之间熄灭,等驿站也在岁月的印痕里悄 A sorghum walking in the lonely night is the years of the post. Years are too heavy, the years of false fruit is very high, higher than the head of a sorghum. There are fewer food plants than sorghum, corn is better than her, corn is too thick, and slender and sparse without sorghum. Of course, the solitude of sorghum all the time is subject to the tyranny of gossip and growth. This is sorghum, this is a stubborn sorghum walking in the lonely night. All the lights went out suddenly and so on, and other inn also in the years of imprint quiet