蓑衣:风雨中负重的翅膀向梦飞翔远村渔火,烟雨如歌,润泽的泥土在一地苍茫中,一天比一天澄明和辽阔。苍老的雀巢在村口那棵高大的树上衍生生命的暖意,袅袅的炊烟中,岁月安静地在记忆深处浅浅地抒情。茂林修竹,落叶腐蚀的气息和老屋门楣上的艾草清香在光阴中蔓延,一滴雨水从竹梢顶端向下坠落,穿透时光的静谧。父亲在滴水的檐下,披着蓑衣,望着远山,他把裤管卷得老高,他要在一场雨中,和 蓑 clothing: wind and rain bearing the weight of the wings to the village of fishing Fei Fei, Yanyuruge, moist clay in the vastness, one day clear and vast. Old Nestle tree in the village tree that is derived from the warmth of life, the curl of smoke, quiet years in the memory of deep lyrical depth. Lamu bamboo, decadent decadent atmosphere and the smell of wormwood on the lintel of the old house spread in the time, a drop of rain falling down from the top of the bamboo shoots, piercing the quiet time. Under the eaves of his drip, his father was dressed in a drapery and looked down at the distant mountain. He rolled his pants high and he was in a rain, and