贡高已经是一位母亲的母亲,和许多可怜的父母一样,经过望子成龙的一番折腾之后,安守于田园的失落之中,不再谈及理想。她从一片绿绿的烟地里直起腰身。实际那烟,已不再是纯绿色,而是开始泛黄。那黄,也不是纯粹的黄,而是绿中泛出的黄,细看是在一片片叶子上,隆起的一个个小包。那些没有规律、逐渐凸起的小包,是上烟的标志,意识着烟叶可以掰下来,穿绳成串,上架晒太阳了。 Gonggong is already the mother of a mother. Like many poor parents, after being tossing for a long time, her mother lives in the lost fields and no longer talks about her ideal. She lifted her waist from a dark green field. The actual smoke is no longer pure green, but begins to yellow. That yellow, nor is it pure yellow, but yellow in the green pan, look in a leaf, the bulge of a packet. Those who are not regular, gradually protruding packets, is a sign of smoking, awareness of tobacco can be off, wear a string of ropes, shelves sun.