开花记陕北。风,从东面吹来,有熟悉的味道。一个人,在陕北,顺着风向。扯开野草的内心。不能辜负,一些焚烧的光阴。看遍地疯长的草:白蒿伏首;苜蓿和蒲公英,沐浴更衣。大地,是一张干净的纸。素心的春笔,不急不缓,把四月的苹果花,画成一座花山。一朵,祭天。另一朵,祭地。剩下的,分娩蜜蜂。 Northern Shaanxi flowering record. The wind, blowing from the east, has a familiar taste. A man, in northern Shaanxi, down the wind. Pull the weeds in the heart. Can not live up to some time of burning. See everywhere soaring grass: white first volley; alfalfa and dandelion, bathing and changing clothes. The earth, is a clean paper. Plain spring pen, not in a hurry, the April apple flowers, painted as a Huashan. A, heaven. Another, sacrificial ground. The rest, birth bees.