冬天的乡村是沉默寡言的思想者,它用一种悲悯的目光观照万物,包容一切。靠着矮墙根,坐在矮凳上的老人是时间的作品,也是赠予冬的礼物,二者在本质上是一致的。老人脸上纵横的沟壑与龟裂的老屋一样,既悲怆又充满难以言喻的美。寒冬的田野略显清冷萧条,我俯下身,倾听大地的呼吸。它包容万物,我贴着它,心里充满了安宁,就如儿时在母亲温柔的呢喃或粗暴的叱喝声里,家的味道扑面而来。冬天在田野里四下铺开,有衰草寒烟,也有 The winter country is a silent thinker, who looks upon all things in a compassionate eye and embraces everything. Relying on the low wall roots, the elderly sitting on the stools are the works of time and gifts for the winter. The two are essentially the same. Like the cracked old house, the gully of the old man’s face is both sad and full of unspeakable beauty. The cold winter field slightly cool depression, I leaned over, listening to the earth’s breath. It contains all things, and I put it in my heart, full of peace, just as I was in my mother’s gentle whisper or crumbs, the smell of my home came. Four in the winter spread in the fields, there are poor grass and cold smoke, there are