七月我,必须在镰刀的光芒里抓住七月。在打谷机的轰鸣中,在谷子以及稻草把扁担压弯的正午!那些翻开夏插日历的手:颤抖、粗糙、千篇一律,在烈日下呈现田泥一样的颜色。我,必须在内心的疼痛里,向一棵树学习感恩。但是,它那么大的绿阴,竟然遮盖不住人们关于歉收、农资物价上涨以及假稻种劣化肥的骂娘声……我,必须理解大地的颓废,以及河流的沉默。如果还有一点点力气,就在那些汗水被蒸 July I must seize July in the light of a sickle. At the roar of the threshing machine, at noon, the millet and the straw rolled the pole with them. The hands that opened the summer calendar were trembling, rough, and stereotyped, showing a muddy color under the hot sun. I must learn gratitude to a tree in my inner pain. However, it is such a big green shade that people can not conceal people’s insults, rising agricultural prices and fake paddy rice. However, I must understand the decadence of the earth and the silence of rivers. If there is still a little effort, just sweat those steamed