新疆的大棉田,就这样,真真儿地敞亮在了我面前。我站在九连的地头,撑开眼皮使劲看,棉田的尽头是天,天的尽头还是棉田。棉田里的白棉花,铺展成白云的模样,蓝天上的白云,棉朵般地翻卷。所有棉棵上都举着棉朵,所有的棉朵都吐着白棉,那白棉花就开得无边无垠,无遮无拦了。整个大地,都被这柔软的白淹没。一时间,我心尖儿颤颤,不会了呼吸。那架势,活像 Big cotton in Xinjiang, so, really bright and spacious in front of me. I stood in the field with nine, open your eyes hard to see, the end of the cotton field is the sky, the end of the day or cotton. White cotton in the cotton fields, spreading into the appearance of white clouds, white clouds on the blue sky, cotton-like roll. All the cotton trees are lined with cotton, cotton flowers are spit all white, that white cotton on the boundless boundless, no cover no block. The entire earth is submerged by this soft white. For a time, I am a little beating, will not breathe. That posture, like