风吹过村口的油菜地春风的步子不紧不慢,像一只悠闲的白公鹅,在村口油菜地徘徊。土地上的人呀,则低着头,和一只只蜜蜂一起,嗅着油菜花熬了一冬的香气。远处,一只斑鸠,一只喜鹊,觅食刚刚飞起的虫子,蜜蜂潜逃,大地安静。风曾经多次跨过那片油菜地,大地皴裂, Wind blowing through the mouth of the spring rape of the entrance to the pace of leisurely, like a leisurely white penguins, wandering in the rape of the village. People on the land Yeah, head down, and a bee together, sniffing a winter raspberry aroma. In the distance, a turtle dove, a magpie, foraging for insects that have just flown, bees absconded, the earth quiet. The wind has repeatedly crossed the piece of rape, the earth chapped,