走进七月间的棉田,让人不由想到棉农,还有他满腹的心事。七月间的棉田,浸泡在一望无际的碧绿中。那按耐不住的绿,那争先斗艳的花,那悄悄诞生的桃,蕴含着收获的喜悦,所有的一切孕育着、传递着丰收的讯息。七月也是诗歌的孕育期。那满眼的碧绿,那遍地的生机,还有那份希冀,那份喜悦,组成了一串串灵动的音符,迸发出 Into the July cotton fields, people could not help but think of cotton farmers, as well as his heart full of thoughts. July cotton fields, immersed in the endless turquoise. That can not stand by the green, that contend the first fight flowers, that quietly born peach, contains the joy of harvest, all of the pregnant, passing the message of harvest. July is also the period of the birth of poetry. That full of green, that life everywhere, and share of hope, share of joy, formed a string of clever notes, burst out