一这里是农家的庄园,久违的雨,滋润着庄稼。雨后,那灿烂的阳光贪婪地亲吻着大地,洒下了一层金色的希望。我的叔父安子精神抖擞地走进塑料大棚,棚里种着各种时鲜蔬菜,今天是收获的日子。乡亲们都停下手中的活儿,争相跑来瞅瞅这屋子里种出来的蔬菜,像见了外星人一样感到稀奇。在这封闭的山村里,乡亲们只按常规生活着,不敢有半点超出常规的想法,更不敢去尝试新技术、新生产方式。几个月前,爷爷还指着安子叔骂道:“你小子不好好 Here is a farm manor, a long absence of rain, nourishing the crops. After the rain, the bright sunshine greedily kissed the earth and shed a golden hope. My uncle, Yasuko, walked into the plastic shed energetically with various kinds of fresh vegetables in the shed. Today is the day of harvest. The folks stopped their work and rushed to chill out the vegetables that came out of the house, just as strangely as the aliens. In this closed mountain village, folks live only as usual, afraid to go beyond the conventional wisdom and dare to try new techniques and new modes of production. A few months ago, grandfather also pointed shouted An Zi: ”your kid is not good