风起船头这是秋日里一个天高云淡的下午。我站在一条渔船上,倚樯而立。天空高远,澄澈如洗,一朵白云停在天上,纹丝不动。船泊在河流的一处港湾,风平浪静,阳光不愠不火,浇头泼下来。船像镶嵌在河面上,我稳稳地立于船头,像伫立于岸上,脚下是那片熟悉和让人踏实的土地吗?柔软,却又使我感觉到坚实。岸上是一片缓坡,苍郁的树木和茂密的荆棘,也许还有果树吧,有的树许是被果子压弯了腰,它们看上去绿得深沉,秋季里的绿,或许叫做墨绿更 This is the beginning of autumn windy afternoon a clear sky. I stood on a fishing boat, leaning against the stand. Lofty sky, clarity, such as washing, a cloud parked in the sky, motionless. Boating in a river bay, calm, the sun does not shy, pouring head down. The boat was inlaid on the river, and I stood steadily on the bow, standing like a shore, at the foot of which familiar and earthy land was? Soft, but it made me feel solid. The shore is a gentle slope, clumsy trees and thick thorns, and perhaps fruit trees, some trees may be bent by the fruit waist, they look green deep, the fall of the green, perhaps called Dark Green