如今,能够听得见稻浪的声音,是我的一种奢侈。多年以来,蜗居城市,与人接踵,呼吸着城市每天排泄的尾气、二氧化碳,耳膜里尽是嘈杂的汽笛声、轻轨声和不再匀速的心跳,眼,被高楼拦着,无了远方,那个曾经与稻浪一起翻滚的少年,何在?喜的是,今秋,我听见稻浪的声响了。穿越安阳,这个现代的千年古都,这里不仅是甲骨文的故乡、周易的发源地,更是稻穗拔节的营养沃土。今年这 Today, to hear the sound of rice waves, is a luxury for me. Over the years, dwelling in the city, and one after another, breathing the city excreted daily exhaust, carbon dioxide, eardrums are all noisy whistle, light rail and no longer uniform heartbeat, eyes, stopped by skyscrapers, without a distance, that What is it? Hi, this autumn, I heard the sound of rice waves. Through Anyang, the ancient capital of the ancient millennium, here is not only the hometown of Oracle, the birthplace of the Book of Changes, but also fertile paddy jointing fertile soil. This year