一日外出途中,车驶入一段乡间公路,天空蔚蓝,几朵白云点缀其间,一片棉田映入我的眼帘,棉花朵朵洁白,一位身着红衣、头戴蓝色方巾的农妇在田间摘棉花。此情此景,犹如在我的心湖投入一枚石子,荡起片片涟漪,眼前呈现出老家母亲的那一片棉田。母亲在自留田边省下一小块方田,年年种下几十棵棉花,来保证一家人冬天的温 One day on the way out, the car into a country road, the sky blue, a few white clouds dotted meantime, a cotton field into my eyes, cotton blossoming white, wearing a red, wearing a blue scarf of peasant women in Fields pick cotton. In this scene, as if in my heart Lake into a stone, swinging piece of ripples, in front of showing that a mother and a cotton field. The mother leaves a small piece of fiantian in her own province, planting dozens of cotton trees every year to ensure that her family’s winter temperature