五月中旬的一天,我在黃土高原深处一个正在消逝的村庄的土路上,会车时车轮卷起的黄土似瀑布般沿车窗玻璃落下。寂寥的塬上,三三两两的中老年人侍弄着果树,修整着通往山外的路。孩子们追逐自己的梦,远走高飞;故乡以坚韧的耕耘,期盼着孩子们回家。 One day in mid-May I was on a dirt road in the midst of a passing village in the depths of the Loess Plateau, where the loess-rolled loess fell like a waterfall down the window glass. On the solitary plateau, the middle and old people in twos and threes plays with the fruit trees and trims the road leading to the mountains. Children chase their own dreams, go fly; home with tough work, looking forward to the children go home.