乡村教师疲惫的烛光刚刚合上夜的眼帘一个荡气回肠的梦匆匆忙忙跃进晨的曙光你在弯弯的山路上把酣睡的铃摇响醒来的麻雀叫起满园书声琅琅昨夜的故事被你狼吞虎咽然后你巍峨成一块生机勃勃的黑板一页一页石头般粗糙的文字被粉碎成最精细的语言撒播在饥渴的字里行间小鸟的嘴活活泼泼衔出春光满园收获文明的香火照亮稚嫩的心田智慧的根须把僵死的土地无休无止地舒展所有的枯涸湿润了所有的萎缩复苏了所有的单纯斑斓了所有的凄凉繁华了所有的愚钝灵敏了所有的短浅高深了 Village teacher exhausted candlelight just close the night’s eyes a soul-stirring dreams hurriedly leap into the dawn of the morning on the winding mountain road you wake up the sleeping bells sparrow sounded full of garden sounds last night’s story was You gorges and you towering into a vibrant chalkboard one page one stone rough text crushed into the finest language sowing in the thirsty word between the mouth of the bird lively and vividly glorious garden harvest of incense Bright tender heart Tian root wisdom of the dead land endless stretch of all the dead wet all the shrinking recovery of all pure and beautiful all the bleak and prosperous All the dull and sensitive All the short and profound