当月亮升起,打开感情的阀门,越过遥远的时空,倾听古代猎人们的喃喃低语,看见诗人们的幻梦重现,回到魂牵梦绕的故土,那里有久别的田野、村庄和亲人……那是我们心灵的宗教。乡野:土地记忆中秋,时常会有一股烟气蔓延进城。周边县的农民,秋收之后直接把秸秆烧在了地里,大量秸秆几乎同时付之一炬,烟尘四散而去,先于收获的玉米跑进城市。伴随玉米成熟,河水颜色变深。岸边的草饱实了,裤脚扫过,种子扑扑落地,有的还钻进鞋里,黏在衣服上,跟着 As the moon rises, it opens the valve of affection, crosses distant space and time, listens to the murmuring of ancient hunters, and sees the poet’s illusion reappearing and returning to the dreamed homeland where there are long fields, villages and relatives ... that is the religion of our soul. Country: Land Memory Mid-Autumn Festival, there is often a spread of smoke into the city. Farmers in the surrounding counties, after harvest in autumn, burned the straw directly in the ground, a large amount of straw was almost at the same time, smoke and dust scattered away, and the harvested corn ran into the city first. Accompanied by the maturity of corn, the river becomes darker in color. The shore of the grass full, pants swept across, the seeds flutter landing, and some also got into the shoes, sticking on the clothes, followed by