元旦这天是女儿的生日,女儿出嫁了,乡村有交生日的习惯,女儿母亲远在深圳,作为父亲怎么都要回一趟乡村的,我总想再见一下女儿,不然心里会不安的,再说在城里蹲的时间长了,也真想看一看乡村。我觉得一个作家诗人没有乡村,就像飘在天空的浮云没有根一样。我虽是流浪飘浮在都市的浮萍,谁又不想有一方乡村净土和一个温暖的去处呢?虽然起了个大早,但我还是来晚了,现在已是上午10点多了。由于晚了,我不知早晨的乡村是什么样子,虽然凭着记忆,可以写出乡村的早晨。但许多乡村早晨都是不一样的,对记忆的真实可信度也常常产生怀疑,所以还是不写了吧,乡村早晨也许是另一篇文章,也许在别人的笔下会更美好。 New Year’s day is the daughter’s birthday this day, her daughter was married, the village has a birthday habit, her daughter’s mother far in Shenzhen, as a father how to have a trip back to the country, I always want to see my daughter, or my heart will be restless, say Squatting in the city for a long time, and really want to see the countryside. I think there is no village poet writer, floating clouds in the sky as there is no root. Although I am wandering floating in the city of duckweed, who do not want to have a pure land and a warm place to go? Although it had been early, but I still come late, and now it is 10 o’clock in the morning. Due to the late, I do not know what the morning of the village looks like, though with memory, you can write the village morning. But many rural areas are not the same in the morning, and they often have doubts about the authenticity of their memories. So they still do not write it. The morning of the village may be another article, perhaps better under other people’s writings.