1更多的时候,我游弋在麦田碧绿的海洋里,那阵吹斜了一只花斑鹊的风,掀起一股不算狂躁的波浪,我随波浪起伏,瞬间被推出去很远。浪头尽处,浮出一只金黄的狐狸,它回头看我一眼,转瞬就消失在坟堆里了。我知道那是它的家,它和我的先人住在一起,是先人的邻居。那些五彩的蝴蝶像浪花迸溅的粉末,它们斑斑 More often, I cruise in the turquoise oceans of the wheat fields, where the wind blew a fluttering wind and set off an unmanaged wave. As I waded through the waves, I was pushed far away. Full of waves, floating a golden fox, it looked back at me and disappeared in the grave instantaneously. I know it is its home. It lives with my ancestors and is an ancestor’s neighbor. Those multicolored butterflies like spray splashing powder, they are streaky