I slopes down from the roller when

 Should be aware that the evening turned to the land.

this turn around, I spent the day reflecting on the land, carried out a series of survival-related activities, the heart of many of Agriculture, or things that affect my mood, or there are some gratitude, but also want them to have the fields from the public, into the night I am a man, whom for inner communication. For example, I

loess in a kind, found a bunch of good looking lily, but I can not completely stop the hands of labor, with a very long time, and sent it in the breeze in the . Just came back from the land, so I put down all the heavy farm work, and then carefully Dali lily, or even all night reading it 亨利蒙多尔 only a poem:

naive enough to representatives.

so quietly turned my face, only to find land with some ceremony, to take us home.

a large crop that we have just come out, the lower body has been blurred, and only end with the ears of the head, also beating a bunch of light, do not let it fall down from the body. Those soft light, just a flashback leading edge of a farm village from a dirt road, any fixed or moving things in the above, have been shining into the evening.

this evening must be warm.

like a dirt road deep furrows, like ruts in the accumulation of rain, like rain in the insects, came in the footsteps of our time, all looked very solemn. Because they know that our time in the day, as the faithful pray constantly, with his life to happen to land on everything. Flock around us, we are around horses, have been infected too looked down, trying to stay on the land that we all breathe a trace does not reveal to put their lungs.

in a plowed land, I saw a wooden plow, a cattle and a farmer.

break in to the head, they all have a very satisfied look.

Indeed, such a large piece of the field, was the labor of these seem very small, deeply from the heart turned over, it is a great thing. Earth, You would have no hesitation, the remnants of the previous quarter in the roots of crops secret, lightly discard it. Because the new seed, had a new secret. This is them, use a full day, I do not know hunger to plow open your intentions. I also see a dense soil surface in the new fog, is a group with a group to rise. They are high, but close to the crops, is also low, but close to the puddle, their collective slowly floating, trapped in a chaos of land in the evening, there had been some movement.

while rolling down the slope along the roller, is not the roller.

is a village, we must gather in a room of life. I walked down the roller

slope, he saw in the land of the evening, smoke also rose up to the village. Because then, in the country a huge stomach, take a day of sunshine and rain, very warm to collect. I know that this time the village, not to simply digest is to give heart to follow the crops, timely touch the secret of dusk. For example, in the village, some of the older people, should come to the flock, watching for a while warm, fishy smell of mutton their body, should be the land of the evening, began to distribute a very important odor. We should also come to the plow man accused several more dry smile. Sound decline, there is the boy ran up, fallen down from his shoulders, which he polished off a clean Plowshare, to put on his back. But also from some women's grass cage, grabbed a wild look good, and asked how women do not go out in the wild not want to dig light and we have married? Those who are asking the woman, some blushing, tossed braids, to a great run into the door.

the tire of a carriage driving transport crops, if the slope down from the roller, it will affect more attention.

they see driving shafts, or horse chestnut red horse? Upload carriage rubber tire, is planted in the cave Mizobe beans, or species in the Xiling the potato? The rubber tire wagon downhill off wood sound, very loud and pulling. If the early years of the bike hard wheels and trucks, the sound would disturb land that evening, also a village, with the prestige is better than some of the neighboring village. It traveled dirt road, fall from a bean, a potato, will be out in time to a pair of hands, very warm to pick it up. If it is a village woman, will be with her skirts, wrapped in a very distressed, as should land on the evening, without missing a drop packets back to their home.

often Xiling the time I work, therefore, slopes down from the roller, is the evening every day thing.

Earlier, a man immersed in the cropland, the only know that side of the crops, how much longer in the day. If cautious that strong winds will remember there is patches to crop the atmosphere in the vicious blows to the sky. And a few sparrows flying between me and crops, and finally had little chance to speak. As Murakami day what happened, only waiting for the arrival of the evening, after listening to a slope in the roller. On one occasion,UGGs, a villager carrying a variety of tools, ran down the slope from the roller, it is heard that a cow on the team, fell Donggou in his death. Follow the footsteps of a panic, the evening land, but also down in the dead cow's body.

the dusk, a village is very sad. They sat beside the cow, thinking about it plowed the land, thinking that the land where the crops. Power conversion to the cow's food, who's stomach is not it? So I said, a farmer who's sad, often starting from the stomach.

this plot, has not happened in the village today.

for future village, which has some legends of the mean.

land but I enjoyed the evening, and my heart, it has some divine land. And a village are not, I know that a hand holding the wind, will my country, allocated to all things of God danced the dance. Soil, also began in the evening, the release of some of the flames from the day gathered. For example, I walk the night in the village, you will find a place, much brighter than other places, the shadow of crops, it seems very clear. I think the land during the day, must absorb too much sunlight. Bar in the ground roots and insects, take so much sun, they will put it out. My last experience is that the countryside at night, there is also the place shine. This phenomenon was Murakami's old people, has been interpreted as that is our ancestors, when they live off the land in labor, holding the light in all things shine.

roller Singapore have memory, we must remember that I turned to look, much like those vast plant, do not know burning, which part of the body from the start? I have several times seen from the left slope of the roller in the alley known as the North Korean home soil stage, a large Younger sunflower, this time full of wild land should be. At that time the village, to have the local species of sunflower, and not a few. Korean home soil stage, is to plant sunflower in the middle. The slope next to the roller, his family sunflower, from flowering to seed, a village to see. I did not know Van Gogh sunflower painting, if known, may also fall in love with drawing.

Later, I was a painter Han Li's studio and saw a picture of autumn sunflower. I was attracted to her sense of art, especially paintings of the title in mind, and I then turned to see the slope in the roller, and has quite similar. In order to satisfy my mental Recalling Past, she re-copy a piece. I put it in the house, like the land of the evening Mafang also moved in the side.

slope in the roller, looking at growing crops, the evening holding up full of energy, and my people?

have dirt on me, but no fireworks, can not let the land at dusk, on the body burning.

my heart, but also full of the guilt.

But I remember, the next chance, be sure to return here, in a simple breath, imagine the land of the evening, Lily fell a good looking, is it like Henry Mengduo Er wrote in the poem: Lily! The one of you naive enough to representatives?

Second, I noticed that the vegetation

mafang the vegetation is lush. It can be said, in almost all living vegetation in the north, in the dirt for as long as the heart, where they can see the shadow. And all eyes light up, is in the random walk, a long time not seen in the vegetation, in a very inconspicuous place, drilled from the ground suddenly, as if we bring it to the seed, in the travel with the earth and plants.

such times, at least a good look at it.

in their leaves, leaving a trace of respect for people.

so much vegetation, which let me write it? Say in Mafang, they gave my childhood, other than to bring the joy over the crops, many of them can eat, are often in semi-starvation my stomach, the secretion of the body needs energy. Of course, the vegetation is also a desire, such as the American writer Michael Pollan in his control. I do not know these vegetation grows in the Ma Fang, their specific desires is, but I know that as a plant, their roots are all increasingly water-based.

But mafang, how much to give them water?

So, I pay attention to these plants.

attention to what they are in a state of mind alive.

Now, let me from the I think they are so distant years, I know in my heart with a poem singing the vegetation, must be the essence of vegetation. At least, they are shrouded in ancient years, put the plant body of a trace of warmth, brought our ancestors out.

I

I imagined a scene like this: a group of colorfully dressed woman, giving her long braids, dumplings wicker arm left arm, right hand holding a small iron shovel. One in the village shouting,

In fact, I kid, often followed her sister to dig the soft-tzu.

this very slender perennial grass, in the Back then, are the wheat harvest, we have plenty of time, digging in the fields such thing. A cage back after digging soft-tzu, but also sitting under the eaves, the root collection of soft-tzu. A fair and clear of the software, pinch with two fingers, gently stroking, one-inch-long skin to be drawn down. A soft-tzu can be pumped forty-five this skin, a cage can be pumping a lot of soft-tzu. Who would have thought, we have dug dozens of days of soft-tzu, was dried in the sun after his mother, loaded with a small bag only half a bag. Back to the herbal shop jianjun town, to sell back then buy some sickle, which is close to the days of wheat.

I now think it is necessary to hold sickle cuts and binds the land to the people, specifically the growth of a herbal medicine.

because the Lunar New Year in April, can be strong in the land plants, is indeed small. Zi-this time to catch the soft, rapidly matured, I think it is people need to know the Reaper is the effort, then it is buried in the soil with the roots of the power of their parkland dedication.

So many people selling soft-tzu, the total to squeeze a drop, when the Reaper in the water to drink.

I

Yu and the two plants, the land in common Mafang. In our efforts to turn in the road ditch line from time to time will encounter a large bottle, and some climbed over from the foot of the street, and some from the head hanging on the cliff. Needless to say, we will reach out his hand, touched it in the slightest vine vine leaves, picking peas are full of red jam. I would like in ancient times, Bin earth people, the line long journey, they must have a depression in one place and a place to sit down, eat the fruit while it is then up the road. May also have one person stand up in the moment, suddenly say,

phrase eaters sigh, it's that are left behind.

sigh both of which have been ancestors of the plant, now we call it Ye Putao. I read I marvel at the fields it covers, the original is very broad. Because He should be in a distant place, With the feelings of suspicion, and seen the face of it.

it in the early spring flowering, fruiting in early summer. And a prosperous, the basic image of it. See it, I imagine the breeding capacity of loess in the north such a dry place, can even make a vine-like plant, to the crazy in the long. I first met Ye Putao, is in his father's bundle. In accordance with the request of a chop wood, black iron hardware stalk Artemisia, is the best firewood, vine-like things like this, it will be abandoned. Father Ye Putao chop back, wanted me to eat the red berries it. I remember my father came back, the fagot of a spread to the yard, while beating with a sickle, while call me out. I just sat down at his side, he doubled firewood, yeah, my eyes is a place of red berries.

I also like the ancients, with Ye Putao food in June.

Sometimes, I found in my behind, with some ring, a look back, my family's chicken and swine, but also no one else to eat on the floor of the Ye Putao. This is a warm and harmonious on the local: a plant, not just warm the human stomach, the stomach in poultry, but also always be their warmth. Of these, I could eat chicken Ye Putao eye of the pig, I can see.

I I thought mafang

good, there are so many vegetation, not only nourish our eyes, but also nourish our appetite. July cooking Kwai, Kwai seen in ancient times, eat it really is a vegetable. Kwai Kwai has Winter, August and September planting, Dongmochunchu acquisition. The Unfortunately, the Kwai this vegetable, has already mafang eating habits in the out come. Is not called the Kwai, called winter flowers. So much in our village, only some of the east ditch. Dongmochunchu each year, we will hold Jue head, go down to the ditch digging and winter flowers. At that time, we also know that it is a herbal medicine, people who live here now, but even its name is forgotten.

in the

The beans, still and wheat, is a major plant. We call it soy, it mafang land, the more corn is interplanted in the next. I have the corn ground in the morning to see the soybean, is a dew, grow thriving. Hand touch it leaves, thick and soft, like a new wife over the Murakami which the Deng Cao velvet dress. And it was a string of a string of beans end, feeling the straight difficult to handle. Until the yellow dried in the sun exploded, is the same as those many brass beans, watching too distressed.

for soybeans, I think the ancients as the main vegetable consumption. Do you want to limited the ancient cattle meat, in addition to worship, the people rarely eat meat. Ma Fang is now, the Chinese New Year a number of swine and sheep to slaughter, usually almost no killing. But for the beans, four seasons a year it will be ground into bean curd, bean sprouts into a bubble. I Murakami, the three teams in the slope of a roller pit the ground, run a tofu house. Tofu cooked in a wok, the playing out of a bowl of bean curd, it was the best year to eat. I followed the brigade secretary of the storage of eaten a few times. Every time I go tofu house, have met with Captain Holt was there.

land's most pleasing thing is that the fall harvest pick up the net to make the ground corn or picking beans. Beans was very little, if lying on the ground from the corn stalk, the beans found in a left exposed, his face was suddenly bright. Golden sun, watching the golden beans, and my heart is golden.

every now entered a supermarket, I want to put beans in place to stop for a while.

I will not say to these beans: I am in the

I do not know. But I will reach out and touch.

in a thick In fact, many of the vegetation, such as the organization here. For example, I like silk rushes of the body, implies too sad to find a place Qiannianyitan toughness. I have thick coarse Mafang gentle, but also out of water shield, like fingers, stroked its descendants. I know that Jing, or spine, and his body wrapped in pain all the earth. Also know that the sunset, in a shallow water, still shaking out the reeds of the injury.

I noticed that the vegetation,

I was lots to talk about. Because they are the same excuses all nostalgic, I am attached to the eyes sting. This is true. I mafang when the attachment of some vegetation, sometimes in excess of human attachment. I think they are around, my body growing, and will have a spiritual nature.

Therefore, I have to leave some grass out, let me again say that the person later.

Third, there were tears of livestock animals

word, fierce sounds a little rough.

fact, who lives with the animals from the back, for services in the fields where the crops of the population speak out, there are many gentle inside. Let you feel, so much a village, people are not important, not important crops, housing is more important, the important thing is they fall back on the top of the people, crops and houses, driving under the plow in the sky, the animals the.

Mafang I left a good many years. I am familiar with those who, in spite of a large group had gone back to earth, but to continue living in the territories who work, or the majority. And I am familiar with those animals, can not find even a shadow, and all but disappeared in the memory of the village. If you insist on asking, and some careful person, would point to their home a shy, say it is the skin of animals which do.

This is an animal's fate.

their bulging so huge skeleton in the number of land transport something by car, the number of plow farming land, but who is also indescribable. They are heavy and other means of survival after death to the old mill, they had too much strength to the leather package, still in our daily lives, continue to show the animal a flexibility and toughness. Therefore, I Murakami, when they see a length of leather cord, the heart must Jinsu it, then be sure to touch his hand, ask yourself:

This will be the first animal skins which ?

the memory of people in the mafang have the shadow of a whip. That is twisted after the death of the animal skin, is used to beat the living animal. There is a high-angle whip, is driven carts, used by people grinding field. A bamboo valuables, a valuables lacing system, shoot the horse's mane child. The whip, rejection is a string of exploding in the air, burst from the soil dropped to the ground fog. It broke out in the hands of whiplash force, often to animal fur valuables, the uplift of a bloodstain. A village, there are several whip well, we will often go around, listening to them on the road in the coachman, or grind wheat field, the down swing a whip, how the animal's ear is torn. Those piercing pain, feeling there are no manufacturer, we feel there has not only not to speak of animals, with their own flesh suffer.

I had a feeling at the time: agriculture is definitely not an idyll.

us from the earth to get a food, will have to pay physical pain.

so hard, both out of the people, and also at the animal's body. There is also a leather whip

, very short, thrown from the hand to go, also a few feet away, just to name the head of cattle plowing. I am using this whip, played a few head of cattle Murakami. It was the plow, because of my yelling, unreasonable habit of cattle, beef is always less than the banks of child riding on the crooked plow the land, the captain came to be hands behind Yanying scolded a few. I was very Wohuo to use the whip hand of the leather, vicious cattle to beat the other end.

cattle will not say anything against me, I turned to look at cattle.

I was suddenly discovered that cattle sockets are filled with tears of. Before that, I only know that people sockets, often out of tears, and never even thought about these things from the bottom of my heart poured out, cows are like people, have a. I had to endure many disappointments, can come up with words is this: there were tears of animals.

since I found that all of the animals eyes, all filled with tears, but tears in the eyes of some more cows, caused more sorrow in my heart. Really, tears are unstoppable cattle, plowing it with tears in their eyes, pull a cart with tears in their eyes, with tears in their eyes graze, it is to stand under the shade of a tree ruminants, but also with a pair of big eyes in tears shall. A cow to see the world, everything is with tears. As I was to see a village of people, except those who know the words of the village cadres, and his face has a kind of hesitation.

This is a collective expression, the first in the eyes of cattle, was I found.

Murakami night,cheap UGG boots, is the most weary and painful. I would like to more workers, the group is the most weary, they fell in the night, is a fall of the mountain, they stood up the next day is a great mountains stand up. Therefore, out of the country into the twilight and dawn, and I have always been a mystery. In those two moments, I will myself be quiet, to listen to the identity of a pious country into a huge heart. Later I found out, at that moment, all the animals, like me, do not sleep, have a pair of tears in their eyes wide open, listening in the night. Only their lips, still eating nonstop fodder. They clear effort to be released during the day, you must accumulate each night.

the most painful is that I and my classmates. We read a book ten years, we as a boil drinking the tea, took a circle in the ground, the captain back then drink Yan Ying. Think of these, I touched his eyes wide open, which are all tears. I think that cow's tears are my tears, I can not work during the day and mid-stream, only one night there, so quietly flow.

I know that by its own, with tears of cattle, there is a sad animals. Since then I

or gap in labor before and after, must touch the animal's eyes, it's more than a long stream of tears, to infiltrate my hands. This be on with me to the field, the animals under a comfort, in fact, masturbation is very important here. Because at night, I know I touched the hand of nowhere to catch heart, and my touch during the day, the animal tears.

I think these are the tears of cattle, but where so much effort?

all know that the other end of a village sub-tall cow bladder. In each year from corn, the Wangchu pull a car packed full of corn, and then pull out the fresh shoots of the animals, but also can not move the cart stuck in the soil, only the drive shafts of the bladder sub-cow situation as force, carts will be struggling to move up.

I clearly remember Niu bladder development effort for a reason, that is, before its lips, there is a golden yellow corn cobs in the rock. Packed excitement of the crowd, staring at the head of the animal's eyes tear, I think in order to survive, a cow and a man are the same, and humiliation of the noble life, exists simultaneously.

This was how the dead cow? Death of a village how to bury it with soil? I do not know. I only know that it faced golden corn cobs, also have tears in eyes. Now, I most want to know is that these are tears of cattle, how the body has so much power?

I think of their stomach.

This is part of the stomach garden. This is part of an agricultural stomach. This country belongs to the stomach.

this stomach, in an animal's body, in order to gather the required labor force, day and night crawling around. This stomach, filled with a mountain of color, filled with the strength of a mountain, and you really see it, is a grass. This is a pain in the stomach, because I have read, Murakami from a cow's stomach, with the aspiration of so many magnet wire and nails. At that time, I feel my stomach hurts, I know there were tears of cattle, but also for his stomach, and tears silently's.

poem I also wrote: the heart of the land, to a skeleton / mountain stands up. Do not say that the opposition grass / grass is not to say that poor and lowly, in animal coat color / bright people,UGG shoes, and I saw the rural / working inch by inch to grow. animals, and a crop, and a vegetation as in village growth.

Just remember, we are more and tears of the animals, just as in their eyes, filled with tears, the growth in the village. Murakami

who I later heard that the red horse chestnut horse, in a sunrise hours, in the way toward Donggou, forepaw Ta, fell down the ditch to go to. Calculated by living its life, the eyes full of tears, then the state is nearly blind. If one day, I whip a bunch of very loud sound, can hear the horse is a horse chestnut red skin issue, I must take the treasure for the next.

back Mafang, I would like to hear, so that the voice of blood on a tear.

Although these are tears of cattle, has been very scarce here.

Fourth, the distance of one centimeter

mafang many personnel, can be transformed into the body in some specific crops, and then words say so.

like I want to mother, and will quietly into the village, a man in front of corn field, corn leaves some Rinpu, corn tassels or corn cobs, touch a little while. Then, in front of which a most old said: I want to take you home.

so, only their heart can hear.

This is also living in villages, people are a very common expression. For example, in Ma Fang, a woman in the face of the size of the disaster, in no case to tell the neighborhood, often vicious manner with the hands of a door ring, seizing a piece of plaster, or take a trees, a hurt heart, no words in these objects, the very slow to put the pain down. Therefore, I face some familiar door, Qiangpi,UGG bailey button, trees, we often saw a man there is a feeling, a worried shadow, moving from shaking my side walk.

In fact, I knew that the person on the next world a few years ago.

her life to many of the atmosphere, these objects remain in the top of the.

her heart, should be attached to these objects, one centimeter sore and it to me.

I can suddenly think of the subject, not to say that pain is really a distance, does not mean that one centimeter is a fixed number. I have always felt mafang the summer, if the person's life do not have enough endurance, the sun can not resist the dry, bitter burnt earth, Zheng Ming times the torture of wheat. I received wheat fields, watching the worker's arm, all the skinny, all rigid, all the bold, to wondering if I get out of Ma Fang, abandoned his life here, my life must be the most difficult The. In one village, I am sure even my parents do not like, but I do not like a laid hold plants sheep, lying in the circle to die. Michael received a big sun, I like them also, and live or die on the arm Shenzhe layer of oil, plays a layer of skin, so that the same tip-head, in such a miserable, arm, stung even more tragic that caught the attention phase. Otherwise, in such a vast land, I will not get a grain of food.

Xianhan land will not feel bad stomach, and not out of food, nourish their stomach.

I think that time, I'm from the sickle arm waving, hear the piercing the skin in the sun next centimeter sore and also hear the harsh sun, the skin sore and a centimeter to .

one centimeter of the skin sore and the distance?

the sun sore and the distance? Country sore and also the distance?

I really do not know, but I have this feeling. Look me in the text on the local, the inside has a faint sense of pain. I wrote Mafang, in fact, in my heart, the digging mafang person's pain. I think I sat at my desk, just a frown, those sore and the skin, those sore and the sun, I want to hit the keyboard, pulling my fingers Q: Can the text with some powerful , is a carry from the root Mafang?

I do not have enough grasp.

But I'm still on the Zhengming local time, they begin to scratch the surface to understand bare in the wilderness of agriculture, the land over and over again, for the dispersal of seeds landing, bow down for the farmers, is a pain. With the farming life from the beginning that this pain to the body landed in the land, and is everlasting. It landed in a seed and a farmer who, until the seeds to die, until the peasants die.

Therefore, I understand agriculture, will not be idyllic. As sunset falls on

wilderness, I saw the day, day of the heart, are crowded with the dying sun blood feeling. My breath, they will certainly become rapid.

my eyes agriculture, in fact, in the Huozhongquli.

I know this, lay a food from the land, is the most difficult thing on earth. Such as a kid, watching a group of people who plow, strewn around a large field from the production team came puffing animals pull plows, nose ring, the hands are itchy, like I could surrender the horse chestnut horse, supporting with a shiny wooden plow Plowshare it? Eastern red card of the track link in particular looking at tractor, the land translated into a layer of mud waves, and my heart is very undulating. Now? My feeling is gone. Would like to order a food, how could people in the land of the body, playing a piece of pig iron insert in the system of Plowshare, and inserted so deep. Bike track link tractor weighs several tons, came by the village make a move, and press it to a piece of land, the land can not sore and it?

a small grain, like corn, large eggs, but his finger, like wheat, but Yingzi big head, like sorghum, a large tear, however, such as beans, large, but a mole, like potatoes, a large but a bowl, like millet, a large but a sparrow's eye, you had better get it, have to use the tools so much ah.

to me now that the harvest is not a simple joy.

harvest in the land weary heart, but also a pain.

so harvest, farmers in the face of the land, to kill, to worship. Make a pig, a sheep, or a chicken, shouting bloody land of pain, and then went to see each of them hidden in the hearts of God.

Perhaps, this is my misunderstanding of agriculture. But each time returned to Ma Fang, thinking ancestors survive here, do not say slash and burn, do not say famine hunger months, but not that experienced plague, is looking at now, I think it was still home to a group of poor, my heart, it Start sore and unconsciously.

really sore and if I have the distance.

and is the distance of one centimeter.