一岁一岁的苦寒熬炼出搬裂的肌肤一阵一阵的夜风铸就成不屈的骨夏阳还没熔尽生命便已接受寒风的考验泪水未及凝滴便已飘逝成蔼蔼的雾气生命不会因此终结岁末岁初为了那一缕暗香再次撑起生命应有的高度在这寒冬的夜无悔怒放我一生的火热农家暮色与炊烟交融演绎亘古而来的神话歪 One year old and one year old, a bitter cold smelt and cracked the skin and the night wind casts it into an unyielding bone. Xia Yang hasn’t melted his life and has accepted the test of the cold wind. The tears are less than the dripping drops. This will end the year-end and year-end for the sake of the fragrance and once again hold up the heights of life. In this winter’s night, there is no remorse, and the fiery farmhouse of my life blends with the smoke to interpret the ancient myths.