汗水啪嗒啪嗒,滴落在松软的泥土里;我习惯性地捺起衣襟,抹一把脸。我在土地上坐了下来,面北.北面是隐约可见的浓阴里的村庄;西边的阳光、西边的风,从西边吹向我……眼前和背后,薄膜盖的棉垄如一道道明亮的小溪,闪着迷人的光。泥土是那样松软、滑腻、凉爽—那感觉 Sweat patted, dripping in the soft soil; I habitually naive skirt, wiping a face. I sat down on the ground, north face, north is the vague village of thick Yin; west of the sun, west of the wind, blowing from the west to me ... ... in front of and behind the film covered cotton ridge as a bright road Creek, sparkling with light. The soil is so soft, creamy, cool - that feeling