窗外绵绵细雨,淅沥的雨声把我的思绪带到了故乡的沟沟坎坎。我出生在黄土高原西部一个偏远的小山村,这里的深山沟壑,诉说着山里人的艰辛与质朴。层层梯田是父辈们用血汗征服自然的不屈象征,土峁山梁上长出的五谷杂粮,艰难维系和养育着一代又一代的父老乡亲。翻开儿时的画卷,总看到前面是牛,中间是犁,后面是扶犁的父亲和撒种的母亲,旁边是玩耍的我。每年,父 Rainy day outside the window, Yueli rain brought my thoughts to the ditch Dangkan home. I was born in a remote small mountain village in the west of the Loess Plateau. There are deep mountains and ravines here that tell the hardships and simplicity of the mountain people. Layers of terraced fields are the unyielding symbols of the fathers who used their blood and sweat to conquer nature. The grains and grains grown on the earth and mountain beams have made it difficult for them to maintain and nurture generations of patrons. Opened childhood pictures, always see the front of the cow, the middle is the plow, followed by the plow’s father and sowing mother, next to play me. Every year, Father