爸爸小时候唱过一首歌:“我有一个理想,一个美好的理想,等我长大了,要把农民当……”(我有点惊诧父辈的理想取向)。现在农民离开农村进城,这歌词也早已被40年风云给吹散了。但对我来说,农村和田野只意味着一种色彩:金黄。金黄是丰收的景象;金黄也是秋天的阳光下漫山遍野的花草树木;而金黄更是我记忆中的那片遥远的辉煌…… Dad sang a song when he was a child: “I have an ideal, a beautiful ideal, and when I grow up, I must treat the peasants...” (I am somewhat dismayed by my father’s ideal orientation). Now that the peasants have left the countryside and entered the city, the lyrics have long been blown away by 40 years. But for me, rural areas and fields only mean one color: golden. Golden is the scene of a bumper crop; golden is also the flowers and trees in the autumn sunshine; and golden is the far-reaching glory of my memory...