一雨后的田野小路上,雨水早已被泥土吮吸殆尽,大地如浴后的肌肤,微张毛孔,柔软细腻,散发着醉人的湿润芬芳。路旁,仍有经冬的小草倔强地招摇。桔树们挺直了腰杆沐浴着初春的阳光,似乎还沉浸在秋之丰收的骄傲里。偶尔有料峭的春风拂过,但在阳光的抚慰下,并不让人感到寒冷。正是油菜花开的时节,遥遥望去,灿烂的金黄从远处碧蓝的天际汹涌而来,直扑胸襟,简直要将人也融化浸染成一色。经春之后,又该是油菜籽出油的时候了吧。满头白发的父亲,欢快跳跃的儿子,还有我,漫步在空旷的田野里。在时光之眼看来,我们也许无意中走成了一个以基因和血脉为轴的梯形。但我的思维触碰到的,却是一副扁担的重量。 Rain after a field trail, the rain has long been sucked by the soil exhausted, the earth, such as skin after bath, micro-pores, soft and delicate, exudes intoxicating moist fragrance. The roadside, there are still winter grass stubbornly swagger. Orange trees are straight up the waist stick bathed in the early spring sunshine, it seems, still immersed in the pride of autumn harvest. Occasionally a pleasant spring breeze blowing, but in the sun’s comfort, does not make people feel cold. It is the rape blooming season, looking away, bright golden turquoise sky from afar turmoil from afar, straight to the mind, it is necessary to melt the people into the same color. After spring, it is time for rapeseed oil to come out. White-haired father, cheerful jumping son, and me, walking in the open fields. In the eyes of time, we may inadvertently walk into a ladder traced by genes and blood vessels. But my mind touches it, but it is the weight of a pole.