热爱,那一碗米饭有时候,生命只需一碗白米饭,有这想法已经很久了。我做地质队员的时候,在重重叠叠、起伏如潮、无边无涯的幕阜山中,有一年的冬日独自呆在山头。在茫茫山野,大雪纷飞,麂子啼叫,天空灰蒙蒙,孤独与饥饿像一只双头鹰啄食着心 Love, that bowl of rice Sometimes, just a bowl of white rice life, this idea has been a long time. When I was a geologic team member, I was alone in the hills during the winter of one year in the numerous overlapping, ups and downs, boundless moutains. In the vastness of the mountains, heavy snow, crows, crows, lonesomeness, loneliness and hunger