夏日早晨,东方还泛着鱼肚白。我和几个同村玩伴睡意还未完全从眼角褪去,迷迷糊糊便被家人吆喝到野地割草喂牛。乡野大地草的茎叶被夜晚降下的雨露打得湿漉漉的。一颗颗露珠晶莹剔透闪着亮光,我们用手中的镰刀割刈,露珠晃动着,破灭着。时不时镰刀口还会割裂起片片尘土沫子,在露珠沾染下尘土濡湿了我们的左手,满手泥滑。这个早晨,我们每人都割下一粪箕子的牛草,远远望去,我们就像一个个草团子在往家滚动。因为满载而归,我们只能走走歇歇。晨光熹微,凉风吹面的这个早晨,走在回家路上歇脚的间隙,我们一帮乡野顽童抬头看天,竟然瞧见了空中祥云诸多的美艳。许是上苍特别的馈 Summer morning, the East is also white with fish. I and a few drowsiness with the same village playmates have not completely faded from the corner of their eyes, drowsily was his family drink to the lawn mowing cow. Country grass and grass stems and leaves of rain fell to play wet. A dew crystal clear flashing light, we use the hands of the sickle cut mowing, dewdrops shaking, shattered. From time to time sickle blade will also split the pieces of dust from the dust, the dew in the dust under the influence of dust wet our left hand, full of hand mud slippery. This morning, every one of us cut off the cow grass in a shit, and looked afar off. We were like rolling grass balls at home. Because full return, we can only go and rest. Dawn Xi Wei, cool breeze blowing this morning, walking on the road to rest the gap, a group of rustic urchins looked up at the sky, even saw the sky a lot of glamorous clouds. Xu is God’s special feed