远方的那排篱笆,仍在我的记忆里奔跑。那排奔跑的篱笆,沿着一个圆圈不知奔跑了多少个岁月,却跑不出被群山环绕的那片古老的村庄。屋前那排奔跑的篱笆,锁住的是一片菜园。篱笆一年四季都在绕着菜园奔跑,保护着农家一年四季满园绿茸茸的希望。不同的季节里,奶奶那永远不变的汗水一落地,不同的蔬菜便在菜园里生长。 The fence in the distance is still running in my memory. The row of running fences, along a circle I do not know how many years ran, but can not escape the piece of ancient villages surrounded by mountains. The row of fences in front of the house, locked in a vegetable garden. Fence around the garden all year round running to protect the farmhouse all year round green hope. In different seasons, my grandmother’s never-ending sweat landed, and different vegetables grew in the vegetable garden.