一棵树的命在村庄,草可以长得到处都是,山坡上、小道边、沟沿河畔,甚至泥墙上屋脊上,一把镰随意伸出来就打一箩筐,一只羊悠闲地踱过来就吃个饱。草多,草的命就贱,没人关注一棵草的活法。在春天它怎样顶着春寒探出头来,夏天怎样经历烈日的曝晒,犁地的农人不管这些,割草的也不管,放羊的不管,甚至蹲在田间默默抽烟的那个人,干完了手里的活,闲得慌,顺手就拔 A tree’s life in the village, the grass can grow everywhere, the hillside, the edge of the trail, the ditch along the river, and even the roof of the mud wall, a sickle casual stretch out to hit a basket, a sheep leisurely walked over Eat full. Grass and grass life is cheap, no one concerned about a lawn of grass. How to withstand the spring cold in the spring stuck to his head, how the summer experience the sun exposure, plow the farmers regardless of these, regardless of mowing, regardless of sheep, and even squatting in the field quietly smoked that person, finished the hand In the living, leisurely panic, easily pull