(一)春耕起风了,半夜起来给牛添草的爷爷回来说。果然听见村头风的吼声,静夜里依稀传来冰块迸裂的喀喀声。起风后的山冈依然光秃,可是一片土黄中看起来总有一点若有若无的绿色。……一根小草绿了,弯着身子从水缸底下钻出来,阳光中半透明的身子像春天举起的一根绣花针。一枝桃花开了,粉嫩的颜色映着山墙,连奶奶路过的时候都忍不住用粗糙的手指碰碰,“像俺孩的小脸儿,粉嘟噜的……”开春的牛鞭响了,一片片湿漉漉的土地 (A) spring plowing, and up to the grandfather of cattle Tim grass back in the middle of the night said. Sure enough, I heard the roar of the village headwind, quietly night came the ice bursts Khaki sound. The hill after the wind is still bare, but in a piece of yellow there seems to be a little if the absence of green. ... ... a grass green, curved body drilled from the bottom of the tank, the sun’s translucent body like an embroidered needle raised in the spring. A peach blossom, pink color glinting on the map, even when the passing grandmother could not help but with rough fingers bang, “like the little face of my child, powder ducking ... ” spring bullwhip Rachel, a piece of wet land