大地的眼睛我常常会看到大地的眼睛。有时,他们抬着头,看云识天气;有时,他们低敛着目光,抚摸一棵玉米的长势。那面他们爬惯的坡,影子消失,但一双双眼睛,温和的、浑浊的、幸福的、痛苦的,都还在。那道梁,长庄稼,也长荒草,让剩下的全剩下,让走远的都离去。但我还是会看到那些眼睛,老态龙钟,却依旧放着光芒。 Earth’s eyes I often see the eyes of the earth. Sometimes they looked up to see the weather, and at times they held their eyes low and stroked the growth of a corn. The slope where they climbed, the shadow disappeared, but with both eyes, mild, muddy, happy, painful, are still there. That road beams, long crops, but also long grass, leaving the rest of the rest, so far away are gone. But I still see those eyes, old age, but still stood light.