行走在陕北大地任安塞山的风猛烈吹过我想起铁匠铺的风箱鼓动红色的火用黄土和黑炭一起锻打金属的声音阳光温暖地散落这声音潜入泥土使锈蚀的犁铧闪亮这声音跃上苍穹展开高原最初鹰的翅膀一篇悼文一颗砝码一粒五谷之外的粮食一种徐徐上升的情感当一场雪掩埋了冬天你抒情并高声? Walking in the mountains of northern Shaanxi Anyi Shan wind violently blowing I think of the blacksmith’s bellows agitation Red fire with black and white metal together forging the sound of the metal The sun shines warmly This sound submersed into the soil so that rust plowshares shine Sound leapt to sky Initially altitude plateau Hawk’s wings a eulogy A weight Grain outside a grain of food A rising emotion When a snow buried Winter lyrical and loud?