窑洞这是一个朴实的名词,质朴,淳厚,又不需任何修饰。夏日的午后,在蝉声的伴奏中,感受舒心的凉意。雪夜,盘膝坐在炕上的父亲,在炕边敲掉烟锅里残留的烟灰。母亲纳鞋底的声音,咝啦咝啦地响个不停。村子里零星的狗吠,诉说着寂寞的往事。就是这样一个朴实的名词,温暖着一代代庄稼人的心。山歌谁的声音在一浪高过一浪的风中回旋?那一声粗犷的声音越过大地,穿越历史, Cave This is a simple term, simple, honest, without any modification. Summer afternoon, in the cicada accompaniment, feel comfortable coolness. Snowy night, sitting cross-legged on the kang’s father, kang edge knocking the soot left in the soot. Mother satisfied with the sound of soles, clatter loudly ringing non-stop. Sporadic barking in the village, tells the lonely past. Is such a simple term, warm heart of generations of Zhuang people. Whose folk song whirling in a wave of high winds that rough voice across the earth, through history,