这时候,天变得高大深远,牛羊开始散步,一群麻雀喊着我听不懂的语言,掠起一片久违的阳光。在湖南祁东一个叫大马坪的地方,一块嘹望过我整个童年的土地上,我嗅到了一种新鲜葱郁的味道。这味道那样熟悉,那样迷人,像一个顽固的个人主义者,不动声色地撑开你的鼻孔,打开你的肺腑,使劲 At this time, the sky has become tall and far-reaching, cattle and sheep began to walk, a group of sparrow shouting I do not understand the language, swept away a long absence from the sun. In Qidong, Hunan, a place called Mapping, a piece of land looking over my entire childhood, I smell a fresh green flavor. This flavor is so familiar, so charming, like a stubborn individualist, quietly propped up your nostrils, open your heart, hard