故乡的三月,是田园诗中最美的段落。这大好的阳春景色,对大地的主人却只有一个意义:“一年之计在于春。”春天对乡下人不代表诗情画意,却孕育着梦想和希望。天寒地裂的严冬过去了。忍饥挨冻总算又捱过一年。自春徂秋,辛苦经营的粮食那汗水淘洗出来的粒粒珍珠,让“收租老相公”开着大船下乡,升较斗量,满载而去。咬紧牙齿,勒紧裤带,度过了缴租的难关,结账还债的年关,好容易春天姗姗地来了。谢谢天!现在总算难得让人缓过一口气,脱下破棉袄,赤了膊到暖洋洋的太阳下做活去。手把锄头,翻泥锄草,一锄一个美梦,巴望来个难得的好年景。虽说惨淡的光景几乎年不如年,春暖总会给人带来一阵欢悦和松爽。 March of the hometown is the most beautiful passage in idyllic. This great spring scenery has only one meaning to the master of the earth: “The plan of a year lies in the spring. ” Spring does not represent the poetic meaning of the country people, but breeds dreams and hopes. The bitter cold winter passed. Endure hunger finally suffered another year. Since the spring of autumn, hard-working grain that sweat out of the grain pearl, let “rent the old man ” drove the ship to the countryside, rose more than the fight, full of away. Grit his teeth, tighten the belt, spent the difficulties of paying the rent, check off the debt of the year, so easy to spring slowly came. Thank you! Now it is rare for people to breathe, took off the jacket, naked to live in the warm sun. Hand hoe, turn mud weeding, a hoe a dream, Pakistan hope to a rare good years. Although the bleak situation is almost as good as the year, spring always brings a burst of joy and relaxation.