英国湖畔诗人华兹华斯的《孤独的收割人》有一个场景定格在我的头脑中:茫茫的高原,宽阔的田野上,金黄的麦子在秋风的吹拂中掀起滚滚麦浪。一个年轻壮实的姑娘,束着淡蓝碎白花的头巾在麦浪间劳作。时而弯腰收割,时而抬头擦汗。看到身 There was a scene in the “Lonely Harvest Man” of Wordsworth, the British lakeside poet, in my mind: the vast fields, the wide fields, golden wheat set off rolling waves of wheat in the autumn wind. A young, sturdy girl, with a scarlet, pale blue scarf, worked between wheat waves. Sometimes bent over the harvest, sometimes sweating sweat. See the body