犁只有在耕地的时候才发言。田地是犁的纸张和疆场,犁头掀开土地的时候,犁在田地上书写诗意的诗行,纵横驰骋。看着犁划开田地,泥土的芬芳散发,把农人的疲劳驱赶在距离之外。尽管泥浆飞溅,但农人不以为意,在他们眼里,远离泥浆不是真正的农人,即使泥浆飞溅到脸上,随手一抹,那泥浆就像士兵的军功章一般,有了飞扬的理由。犁平时不仅仅是沉默,甚至生锈了。被遗忘一样搁置在屋角哪个角落,静默无语的犁没有被 The plow speaks only when it is cultivated. The field is the plowed paper and the battlefield. When the plowshare opened the land, the plow wrote a poetic line of poetry on the field and ran freely. Looked at the plow open field, the fragrance of the earth exudes, the farmer’s fatigue driven away from the distance. Although the mud splashed, but the farmers did not mind, in their eyes, away from the mud is not a real farmer, even if the mud splashed on the face, a touch of hand, that mud is like a soldier’s military commentary in general, with flying reasons. Plow usually not only silent, or even rusty. Forgotten in the same corner of the corner of the house, silent silent plow not been