念叨着“谷雨”的名字,我看见一位灵秀而丰满的女子,站在春的深处,粲然而笑……这是一个多么富有诗意的名字呀——谷雨,一滴雨就是一粒金色的谷子!一场喜雨过后,谷粒们开始春情萌动起来。一阵阵渴望被吻、渴望受孕的颤栗,自谷粒的心瓣间荡漾开来……“快快布谷,快快布谷……”踏着布谷声声的韵脚,和着小麦拔节的韵律,一群群金灿灿的音符,从一双双粗糙的手 Talking about the name of “Guyu”, I saw a beautiful and plump woman, standing in the depths of spring, suddenly laughing ...... What a poetic name is it - Gu Yu, a drop of rain is a Golden millet! After a happy rain, the grains began to spring up. Bursts of desire to be kissed, longing for the trembling of conception, rippling from the grain heart of the grain open ... ... “fast cuckoo, fast cuckoo ...” marching cloth Valley sound rhyme, and the rhythm of wheat jointing , Clusters of golden notes from a pair of rough hands