干干净净的蓝天上,偷偷溜来一团乌云,风推着它爬上山头。山这边,梯田里的庄稼,像绿海里卷来的一道道浪头。一个浑身只有一条短裤的男孩子,挥着一根树枝,树枝挂满绿叶,发出歌谣般亲切、柔和的声音。他看管着一头雪白的小山羊,小山羊在田埂上悠闲地啃着青草。风来啦!庄稼的叶子翻过背,闪现出一片片灰绿。小山羊的毛被梳 Clean blue sky, sneaking a mass of clouds, the wind pushed it to climb the hill. On the mountain side, the crops in the terraced fields are like the waves coming from the green sea. A boy covered in only a pair of shorts, waving a branch, the branches covered with green leaves, issued a song-like cordial, soft voice. He was in charge of a white, young goat, who leisurely gnawed grass on the fields. The wind is coming! The leaves of the crop turn over and flashed green and gray. The goat’s hair is combed