当密密麻麻的山寨升起第一缕炊烟的时候,血红的太阳卸下一天疲惫的灼烤,在苍山上洒下一遍金黄。所有的山冈都如稻麦般熟透了,山寨在红色里劳累不堪……老汉倚在门框上,吸着草烟斗,幽幽的烟升起在眼前;眸子里闪烁着孩子般的欢乐,凭着一生的阅历,凝视着那条踩了几个世纪的石子路,路多长,心多远;忆起年轻 When the densest smoke rises in the densely packed cottage, the bloody sun unloads one day of exhausting broth and sprinkles golden light on the Cangshan Mountain. All the hills are as ripe as rice and wheat. The cottage is tired in the red. The old man leans against the door frame and smokes the grass pipe. The faint smoke rises before his eyes. The child’s joy flashes in his throat. Experience, staring at the gravel road that has been stepping on for centuries, the road is long and how far the heart is;