一把躺在老屋门前抽着懒筋的锄头,一粒阳光中慵懒的微尘,一只从溪里摇上来的歪着眼的鸭子……这些都告诉我,这是一个在不断变色的乡村大地上依然古意丛生的村庄。村叫前王村,我每每在梅雨天的午后,穿过村庄和田野,走到山脚的水库,看雨在水面上插秧似的种满芽子。今年六月,梅雨刚来的那个晚上,六点多,我来到村庄。雨还在下着,田野一层层绿了,溪 A hoe lying lazily in front of the old house, a lazy dust in the sunshine, a crooked duck rolling up from the creek ... all told me that this is a constant change of color Village still ancient village. Village called former Wangcun, I often in the afternoon of the rainy day, through villages and fields, went to the foot of the reservoir, see the rain on the surface of the watery seedlings. In June this year, Meiyu just came that night, six o’clock, I came to the village. The rain is still under the field green layers, and streams