每当谈起大地,崇敬感就油然而生。大地滋生着万物,人类繁衍,花开花落。说起这个大地边,就免不了谈谈老家山头的沟沟坎坎。大地边这个名字土得掉渣,在村民的眼里或心里都不会勾起多少涟漪。倒是我,依然记得那份难以割舍的相处。父亲扛着锄头、头顶蔑帽、脚穿草鞋、肩上还挎一个塑料水壶、帆布包里装上几个荞粑粑或土豆的身影,一直难以从我记忆里消失。大地边不远,就在鱼塘边的上方,远看就是一个黄土包。顶部有几株麻栗树,原来显得 Whenever talk about the earth, respect arises spontaneously. The earth breeds all things, human reproduction, flowers blooming. Speaking of this land side, inevitably talk about home ditch ridge ridge. The name of the earth side of the soil dross, in the eyes of the villagers or my heart will not be brought back much ripples. It touches me, still remember that hard to get along with. My father carried a hoe, his head wearing a hat, straw sandals, and a plastic bottle on his shoulder. There were several buckwheat noodles or potatoes in his canvas bag and it was hard to disappear from my memory. Not far from the land, just above the fish ponds, is a loess package from afar. There are several strains of chestnut tree top, the original look