一团圆圆的火球,把整个的地面映得红红。时间似乎凝固了,世界在这红红的定格里,停止了一切的思绪的翻滚而悄无声息。悲壮的乐鸣却在岁月的上空荡气回肠,不绝于耳际。绵长流动的历史的河,流去了弥漫的硝烟,流去了燃烧的烈焰,但它流不去坚实的河床,因为在河床上有那一片红高粱。青杀口这个地方,红高粱铺盖过生民的足印。前推后拥,波涛澎湃。一眼望不完的红高粱,不知何处是通天的边沿,不知何处是大路的终界。浓密的野,豪爽的野,红高粱才有野的性格与胆略。假如没有了野,子孙们就认不清牵系着祖先心路的红高粱。遍地奔放的红高粱,充溢着幽深的神秘,关于它的传说,满可以载上一部厚重的史册。黄土构筑的村落景致,连同烧酒作坊的海量酒缸之类的家什,都离不开原野沃壤里红高粱的馈赠,或许是土地与人的亲切的标记。闻着红高粱的气息,我爷爷、我奶奶们以那生命本体的冲动的热流,编织出了缠绕红高粱的情感的纽结。奇特复杂,叱咤风云。无论是在静谧的黑夜的遮掩下, A round ball of fire, the entire ground reflected red. Time seems frozen, the world in this red freeze, stop all thoughts rolling and quietly. Tragic music but over the years of soul-stirring, endless in the ears. The long, flowing, historic river flows the pervasive smoke and the burning flames, but it does not reach the solid river because of the red sorghum in the riverbed. Blue kill mouth this place, red sorghum bedding covered people’s footprints. Back pushed after the waves surging. Looking at the red sorghum, I do not know where is the edge of Babel, I do not know where the end of the road. Thick wild, wild wild, red sorghum have wild character and courage. If there is no wild, offspring do not recognize the red sorghum that leads the heart of ancestors. Wild sorghum everywhere, filled with deep mystery, about its legend, full can carry a thick history. The scenery of the village where the loess is built, together with the large quantities of wine bottles and the like, of the Shochu workshop, can not be separated from the gift of red sorghum in the fertile ground of the wilderness and may be a cordial mark of land and people. Smell the smell of red sorghum, my grandfather, my grandmother with the impulse of life that the heat flow, woven knot tied red sorghum emotion. Strange complex, all-powerful. Whether it is covered in the quiet night,