泥土,是春天信手拈来的一个流动的词语。此刻,于大地宽广的胸怀之下,那些久违的轻颤的声响由远及近,遂让潜伏一冬的思想与情感猛然苏醒并渐次蔓延开来。泥土垒起的田园是农夫一辈子守望的精神灯塔,播种与收获,是他们生命里亘古不变的主题。在自家的小院里,父亲几乎是在虔诚地擦拭着已搁置许久的犁铧,他蹲在地上忙活的姿势煞是庄严,仿佛将赴战场的士兵 The earth is a flowing word that spring comes in handy. At the moment, under the broad mind of the earth, those long-lost sounds of light and trembling go far and near, and then the thoughts and feelings of latent winter are suddenly awakened and gradually spread. The mud-lined countryside is the lighthouse of the farmer’s lifelong watchmaking, sowing and harvesting, the eternal theme of their lives. In his own small courtyard, his father practically prayed almost piously for a long time on the ploughshare. His crouching posture on the ground was solemn and solemn, as if the soldier going to the battlefield