“柳丝长,麦饭香;池水涨,好插秧。秧儿长得绿油油,牛郎早起到山头……”是何处传来的歌声?晨光曦微,露水犹湿。我披着短衫,揣着蒲扇,从山庄后面的竹篱笆边走到前院。推开庄门,院中黄犬,一跃而出,奔向路边土地祠的墙角。庄前大道上,已有不少行人,一半挑着柴草,一半揣着提篮,径向通城的一方走去。 “Willow long, wheat rice incense; water up, good transplanting seedlings grow green oil, the cowherd as early as the hill ... ...” Where is the song coming? Dawn Xi Wei, dew wet. I dressed in a blouse with a palm-leaf fan and walked to the front yard from the bamboo fence behind the villa. Open Zhuangmen, hospital yellow dogs, jumped out, ran to the corner of the roadside land temple. There are already many pedestrians in front of Zhuangzhuang Boulevard, half armed with firewood, half carrying a basket, and one of them heading in a radial direction.