绿,很深很深;播撒的梦,很浅很浅;瘦骨嶙峋的梯田,心依旧流淌着浓浓的血液。谁把那埋藏在岩石上的苦难,泡澈成清凉的梦?南方的原野,游蛇深藏于洞穴,山羊曾在雪地上留下单薄的脚印。山坳里的月亮,踩醒了父亲的睡意。他惶恐地挥舞镰刀,砍开了夜的帷幔。那双手,曾把高原的田野铺展得异常辽阔、悠 Green, deep deep; sowing dreams, very shallow shallow; bony terrible terraces, heart still flowing thick blood. Who buried the suffering of the rocks, soak into a cool dream? The southern wilderness, snake hidden deep in the cave, the goats had left a thin footprint in the snow. The moon in the col, wake up his father’s drowsiness. He waved his scythe in horror and cut off the curtain of night. Those hands, once spread the extremely high altitude fields, leisurely