我看见庄稼站起来透过镜头之门,我看见大姐和被风扑倒的庄稼在阳光下站起来。忧伤漫过她的额头,像一片跌倒的鸟鸣,漫过整个村庄。在大姐的手里,那些倒下的禾苗与孱弱贫穷的生活,也都坚强地站起来,站成一棵树的伟岸或者河水的秀美。大姐的微笑像一张网,失落与重生,子孙与丘陵就是她心得的全部。大姐常说,庄稼人的前途在农村,只有自己站起来你才 I saw the crops stand up through the lens of the door, I saw the eldest sister and the wind fell over the crops to stand up in the sun. Sorrow over her forehead, like a falling bird, diffuse across the village. In the hands of their eldest sister, the fallen seedlings and the poor and poor life also stood firm, standing in the beauty of a tree or the river. Sister’s smile like a net, lost and rebirth, offspring and hills is her experience of all. Sister often said that the future of farmers in rural areas, only you stand up before you