阳光轻漏,照暖北国这一方小镇。红枫似火,恰似馆陶人的热情洋溢,早已扣着一缕春风,和着一瓣馨香,溢出了春天的画框。这是一个神奇的村庄。白云与蓝天只是它的点缀,黑小麦与黍米才是它的精气神。这些来自黑土地的馈赠,不仅养活了生长在这方土地的人们,还滋养着他们的思想与灵魂。一粒米讲述一个故事,一粒小麦在黑黝黝的光质里打磨来自尘世又远离尘世的爱恨。 Light sunlight, warm north of this small town. Maple like fire, just like the enthusiasm of the museum pottery people, has long withheld a ray of spring, and a sweet, overflowing the spring picture frame. This is a magical village. White clouds and blue sky are just its embellishment, and black wheat and millet are their essence. These gifts from the black earth not only feed the people who grow in this land, but also nourish their thoughts and souls. A grain of rice tells a story, a grain of wheat in the swarthy light polishes the love and hate from the earth and from the earth.