草垛,乡村独有的风景,在树木和村庄的包围中,星罗棋布地排列着。远远望去,宛如落入人间的神明,在炊烟生起的地方,守护着村庄,又像一轮堇色的太阳,转动着属于村庄的四季轮回,高矮胖瘦,残残缺缺。最后,一些新的面孔出现了,一些老的面孔消失了。草垛依旧蹲在村庄的角落里,默不作声。从灯红酒绿里走来,我对草垛有着深厚的感情。粮食前脚走进家里,草垛后脚 Haystacks, country-specific landscapes, dotted with trees and villages. From afar, like falling into the gods of mankind, in place of smoke from the smoke, the guardian of the village, like a sun of pansy color, turning the four seasons belonging to the village of the reincarnation, tall, fat, thin and disabled. In the end, some new faces appeared and some old faces disappeared. Haystack still squatting in the corner of the village, silent. Come from the glitz, I have a deep feeling on the haystack. The grain front foot into the house, haystack rear foot