活了这么多年他还从没注意过村庄的天空,是那种让人心慌的蓝,那种一揭去蓝帷幕就能看到什么的蓝,这让怀揣纸片刚下车的他有点头晕,还有点无所适从,他颠簸了一路,也难心了一路,但此刻他的委屈,他的不平,全被这蓝色洗干净,洗平静了。身旁是憋足精神开花的油菜地,蜜蜂拖着沾满花粉的小胖腿在黄灿灿的油菜花上飞来飞去,浓浓的花香让他觉得这油菜地马上能淌出清亮亮的油来。时间还早,他没回家,慢慢走上那块坡地。除了去清真寺,他更愿坐在坡地上,坡地背靠着黄土小山,是个怀抱湾,挡风又挡雨。从这里可以清楚地看到整个村庄。清晨的村庄是最耐看的,日头慢慢爬上来,头一个染红了这块坡地,又忙着去染清真寺宣礼塔上的镀金月亮,清真寺的屋顶,李家楼顶的卫星 Living for so many years he had never noticed the sky in the village, the kind of blue that makes people feel flustered, the blue that can be seen when the blue curtain is peeled off. , And a little at a loss, he bumps all the way, but also hard all the way, but at the moment his grievances, his uneven, all this blue wash, wash calm. Beside the rape is the raspberry blossom, the bees dragged the pollen of the small fat legs flying yellow canopy flowers, thick flowers so that he felt that the rape fields can immediately drip clear and bright oil Come. Still early, he did not go home, slowly embarked on that piece of slope. In addition to going to the mosque, he would prefer to sit on the slope, slope back against the loess hill, is a bay of arms, wind and rain. From here you can clearly see the entire village. Early morning the village is the most tolerant, the sun slowly climbed up, the first one dyed the slope, but also busy dyeing the mosque on the minaret gilded moon, the roof of the mosque, Lee satellite roof