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二十多年了,一进春季,我就会一天翻几回月份牌,看阴历三月三到了没有。倒不是因为那天是玄天上帝万寿的日子,村子里迎神赛会,热闹得不得了,而是因为,季节到了,南方的田野里,油菜花会金光灿烂地闹到天边,中间闪烁着一片又一片的鲜绿,那是水稻秧苗田。那种生机勃勃的美,不是天生的,而是农民弟兄们辛苦培育出来的,格外的动人。我年年下乡多少次,村子里的朋友们知道我的喜好,冬尽春初第一次邀我去,总是在三月三前后,我
Twenty years, and into the spring, I will turn back a few days a month to see the lunar calendar March 3 is not. Not because it was the day of God’s Longevity God Xuantian, the village to meet god tournament, very exciting, but because the season is coming, the fields in the South, rape blossoming to the horizon, the middle of a flashed A piece of fresh green, it is rice seedling field. The kind of vibrant beauty is not born but rather cultivated by the peasants and brothers who are exceptionally moving. How many times I go to the countryside each year, my friends in the village know my preferences, the first winter to invite me to go spring, always around March 3, I