看周末,寻常而温暖的三月早晨。绿色尚未诞生,山上的植物似乎都不大急于抢先,那些轻巧的种子还蜷缩在腐殖土里睡眠。不过气温正逐渐回升。我在屋檐摘菜,看着室外的世界,随意想一些事情。小路上有零零散散的人群,有人停下来,一个背包行者举着相机,看看四周,后退一步,想弄清这山中小镇的角落是否值得入镜头。我知道有人在看我,知道自己住在一幅山水小镇的画幅中。同许多普通山民一样,我住在自己的日子里,不过游人们一 Look weekend, unusual and warm March morning. Green has not yet been born, the plants seem to be in no hurry to take the lead in the mountains, those light seeds are also curled up in the humus soil sleep. However, the temperature is gradually rising. I pick vegetables in the eaves, looking outside the world, feel free to do something. There are scattered people on the road, some people stopped, a backpacker holding a camera, take a look around, take a step back, to find out whether this corner of the town is worth the shot. I know someone is watching me and I know I am living in the picture of a landscape town. Like many ordinary mountain people, I live in my own life, but tourists one