到山西旅游,在一个山村里遇到一位老农民,他和我探讨了关于幸福的问题。天刚蒙蒙亮,他去菜园摘菜,走在窄窄的小路上,发现牵牛花举起了第一支紫色的小喇叭。他蹲下身去,看了良久。看牵牛花的颜色,嗅牵牛花的气息。在若隐若现的花香中,他觉得清晨是个美好的开始。从田里归来,一头钻进黄瓜架下,扭下来一根青碧带刺的嫩黄瓜,也不洗,“咔嚓”一口,一丝梦幻般的青涩滋味在口腔中回旋。那第一口的脆响,让他忘记了劳作的艰辛。傍晚时分,搬一把小板凳出门,坐在村头的风口处,摇着蒲扇,拉着家常。 Travel to Shanxi, met an old peasant in a mountain village, he and I discussed the issue of happiness. The day was dawn, he went to the vegetable garden pick vegetables, walking in the narrow path, found the morning glory raised the first purple trumpet. He squatted down and looked for a long time. Look at the color of morning glory, smell morning glory breath. In the looming flowers, he thought it was a good start in the morning. Returned from the field, one end into the cucumber frame, twist down a blue green prickly gherkin, do not wash, “Kacha ” a trace of fantastic green taste in the mouth of the cyclotron. That first mouth of the crisp, let him forget the hard work. In the evening, move a small bench to go out, sitting in the outlet of the village head, shaking Pushan, took home.