1先是被水透透地怀抱,接着被一把久违的稻草严严实实地抱紧。以稻香为脉,一粒稻子,专心、痴情,始终铭记自己的身份,一生走在追求谷粒的路上。即使是住在粮仓里的那些日子,也互相体贴,取暖,让思念饱满,不冷却,遥望梯田。大山耸立,季节轮回。念想如此简单,又如此迫切。一粒稻子,回到水,回到种子的路上,回到梯田。老牛慢条斯理地咀嚼,嚼碎了冬天。半山腰上,村庄被一颗小小的秧籽,用细细的嫩芽,清清晰晰顶在春天的头上。2籽粒沉实,稻香飘浮。细微的呼唤,被母亲及时听到。 First, it was embraced by the water, then tightly clamped by a long-lost straw. To Daoxiang vein, a rice, concentrate, infatuation, always bearing in mind their identity, life walk in the pursuit of grain on the road. Even those days living in barns, but also considerate, warm, so full of thoughts, do not cool, overlooking the terraces. Mountain stands, the season reincarnation. To think so simple, so urgent. A piece of rice, back to the water, back to the seeds on the way back to the terraces. The old man slowly chewed and chewed the winter. Halfway up the hill, the village was a small seedlings, with thin buds, clear top in the spring head. 2 grain is solid, rice fragrant floating. Subtle call, be heard by his mother in time.