1我确认自己的生命逐渐进入秋天了。秋高气爽,在距离城市很远的那些村庄,金黄的麦草垛构筑起人间天堂,叼着遗弃的谷穗一掠而过的麻雀是幸福的使者,而我像旗帜一样被风劫持了。我想象着它们,就看见了它们:低矮的农舍、镰刀、村姑的手、形容词、青铜油灯、褪色的标语……然而一缕半路出家的炊烟就足 1 I confirm that my life is gradually entering the fall. Autumn, the village far away from the city, the golden wheat hay to build a paradise on earth, dangling from abandoned grain hanging sparrow is a messenger of happiness, and I was like a banner was hijacked by the wind. I imagined them and saw them: low farmhouses, sickles, village girls’ hands, adjectives, bronze oil lamps, faded slogans ... but a half-way home of smoke is sufficient