春暮归春日是鲜亮的、慵懒的,像潜川一样缓慢流淌着的。在县城吃过晚饭后,我们一行由北向南,在长江以北渐渐染绿的大地上行驶。昏黄的晚云里的光从西边射进车窗玻璃,我看到那些呈现不同色块的田野、树林和飞鸟、老旧的沟渠,那些不再冒烟的土窑,紧锁的农舍,四散追逐的梅花狗……它们是低暗的、恒定的、静默的。即便它们在春天呈现衰败,也依然 Spring is the spring of spring is bright, lazy, like the slow flowing as the submerged. After dinner at the county seat, we traveled from north to south on the gradually darkened land north of the Yangtze River. The light in the dim evening clouds shot into the window glass from the west. I saw the fields, woods and birds flying in different colors, the old ditches, the no longer smoking kiln, the locked farmhouse, scattered Chasing Plum Dog ... They are low-dark, constant, silent. Even if they show signs of decline in the spring, they still do