进入越南乡村，我立即感到时空又仿佛回到那久远的年代，这里听不到丝毫马达的喧闹，也看不到工业烟尘。空旷、静谧、遥远、舒缓。金色的稻浪中，农夫面对黄土，背朝天正挥镰收割。田野里，水牛牵着犁铧，农夫挥动鞭子，缓缓地翻耕田地。河沟里，赤身露臂的小伙子两人一组，正 Into the Vietnamese village, I immediately feel the time and space as if back to that distant era, here can not hear the slightest motor noise, can not see the industrial dust. Open, quiet, distant, soothing. Golden rice waves, the farmer in the face of loess, back to heaven are sickle harvest. In the field, the buffalo took the ploughshare and the farmer waved the whip and slowly tilled the fields. In the ditch, a group of two naked boys, positive