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走进你,便可嗅到故乡淡淡的芬芳。恬静的川西坝子,肥得流油的冬水田。林盘拥抱水田,水田环绕林盘。阳光燃烧在树尖,将田野冬天的肃然,照耀得五彩缤纷。远处,被阳光涂得斑斓的门扉,不再简陋。屋顶放飞对儿女思念的炊烟……父亲,右手执鞭,左手扶犁,敞开胸襟,躬身向前,这是一种对土地最亲近的姿态。这行行犁痕,是父亲倒映在水田的悠悠岁月。前进的犁,是素描的画笔,籽种,呈现生命的鲜活……连那水牛,喘着的气息也是最真最纯的。
Into you, you can smell the faint fragrance of hometown. The tranquil West Sichuan Bazi, fat was the flow of winter paddy fields. Lin plate paddy fields, paddy fields around Lin plate. Sun burning at the tip of the tree, the field of winter awe, shining colorful. In the distance, the beautiful door covered with sunshine is no longer simple. Smoke on the roof of children miss the smoke ...... My father, the right hand whip, left hand plow, open minded, bending forward, this is a kind of closest attitude to the land. This line of plow marks, is the father reflected in paddy fields long time. Plow forward, is the sketch of the brush, seed, showing fresh life ... Even the buffalo, breathing breath is the most real and pure.