我站在山顶向远处眺望,远处山坡依稀散落着些青草,像铺着一层薄薄的绿毯子,一群在山坡上吃草的羊群像一片流动的“白云”。那年夏天,作为一名普通驻村干部,我来到大西北一个偏远山村,与村民同吃、同住、同劳动,切身感受了农村生活,至今难忘。这是个深山里的小村庄,去的路上,一路颠簸,四五个小时才到。中午,我们到指定的老乡家吃派饭,三个热菜,一个凉菜,饭菜新鲜、可口。事后,我才知道,村民 Standing on the top of the hill, I looked out into the distance. There was a faint green grass on the hillside. There was a thin green blanket on the hillside. A group of sheep grazing on the hillside was like a flowing “white cloud.” That summer, as an ordinary cadre in the village, I came to a remote mountain village in the northwestern part of the country and lived and lived together with the villagers for the same work. This is a small village in the mountains, on the way to the bumpy, four or five hours to arrive. At noon, we went to the designated fellow home to eat food, three hot dishes, a cold dish, meals fresh, delicious. Afterwards, I learned that the villagers