一人,一谷,成“俗”。人食谷,谷靠人。人以谷食得养,谷以人耕得壮。谷雨白云峰下两枪新,腻绿长鲜谷雨春。静试却如湖上雪,对尝兼忆剡中人。待荼蘼、楝花相继委身尘土后,一年花事即了。鸣鸠拂其羽,戴胜降于桑。庭前院后的沃土之上又等到了延续丰收的希望。谷,在文学作品中许是只有一角席位,但在劳者眼中却颇具灵性和韵味。将冬藏的谷粒从随身的布袋中尽数取出,摊在手上,静静地回想着去年 One person, one valley, into “vulgar ”. Food Valley, valley by people. People are reared in cereal, and valleys are cultivated. Guyu Bai Yunfeng two guns under the new, greasy green Guyu fresh spring. Static test is like the snow on the lake, the taste and memory 剡 Zhongren. To be Tuo, nectar have been committed to the dust, the year spent that time. Ming dove brush its feather, Hoisting down in mulberry. The fertile ground behind the front court waited for the hope of continuing harvest. Valley, in the literary works Xu is only a corner seats, but in the eyes of the workers are quite spiritual and flavor. The winter Tibetan grains from the portable bag to take out everything, stand in his hand, quietly recalling last year