午时初春,春寒料峭。一层薄薄的雾气笼罩了整个苏鲁大平原。麻庄处于浓雾的中心,雾气最大,人照面时几乎互相看不到脸。村庄的牛粪味道被雾气冲淡了许多,只留下了苦涩的甘草味。尽管雾大,麻庄人还是早早地起来下田。陆三赶着空驴车去了西洼地,他要去拉年前没拉完的玉米秸。王顺子则拉着一车牛粪去了马鞍山脚下,他在那里新开了一片荒地。他是个勤快人,除去租种老万的那二十亩良田,他自己还开了两亩荒地。这荒地是他 Early spring, spring chill. A thin layer of mist enveloped the entire Sulu Plains. Ma Zhuang fog in the center, the largest fog, when people face almost barely see each other’s face. The cow dung smell of the village was diluted by the fog, leaving only the bitter licorice flavor. Despite the fog, Ma Zhuang people or get up early. Lu San rushed empty donkey cart to the West depression, he was going to pull the year did not pull out the corn stalks. Wang Shunzi drove a cow dung to the foot of Ma On Shan, where he opened a new wasteland. He is a diligent person, except for the 20-year-old farmland renting fertile land, he also opened two acres of wasteland. This wasteland is him