[一]我长久地注视一棵稻子,却未看清露水是如何爬上它衣襟的。这是一个漫长的过程,同时,又是一瞬间的事,就像每天从它跟前走过,却弄不明白它何时完成了灌浆,小小的秧苗突然蹿得那么高,还结出了金黄的谷粒。往日禾苗青涩,穗叶高举,此刻低垂着头颅,它们更迭得那么快,让人难以察觉,而我,似乎总处在某种恍惚之中,正如那沉甸甸的稻穗,在晚风中左右摇晃。无从确定,是我当时遭遇的最大困境。首先,我不能确定自己是在农村还是城市。我的宿舍在一片农田之中,春天,空气中飘荡着泥浆的气味,蛙鸣响彻夜空,秋天,鸣虫的叫声 [1] I long looked at a rice, but I did not see how the dew climbed its lapel. It was a long process, and at the same time it was another moment, just as it came through from day to day, but did not understand when it was finished, the young seedlings suddenly plunged so high, Golden grains. Past seedlings Sentimental, spike leaves high, now drooping head, they change so fast, it is difficult to detect, and I always seem to be in some kind of trance, as the heavy rice in the breeze Shake sideways Unsure, is the biggest dilemma I encountered at the time. First, I can not determine if I am in rural or urban areas. My dorm is in a field of farmland. In spring, the smell of muddled air in the air, the frogs rang through the night sky, the sounds of autumn beetles