青草

• 作 者: 鲍尔吉·原野
• 出 处: 东方剑
• 发表日期: 2016年02期
• 关键词: 盈满 特曼 鸭脖子 树墙 某年某月 在乡下 马兰花 钻草 萧娴 雪碧

草北地,当冻土显露黑色,微微有一些潮湿的时候,土仍然坚硬,而草芽已经钻出来了。人实在无法想象,柔软像纸一样的草,怎么能钻透泥土的封锁;无法想象水洗过一样新鲜的草,是怎样度过漫长的冬天的。草在生出的时候,抱紧身体,宛如一根针,好像对土地恳求:我不会占太多的地方。而它出生的土地,总是黑黑的,这是它的产床。黑色总是令人感动,好像泪水盈满了土地的眼眶。草是绿色的火,在风和雨水里扩展。一丛、一丛的,它们在不觉中连成一片。在草的生命辞典里,没有自杀、颓唐、孤独、清

Grassland north, when the permafrost appears black, slightly damp, the soil is still hard and the grass bud has been drilled out. People can not imagine, soft grass like paper, how can penetrate the soil blockade; can not imagine the same fresh water washed, how to spend the long winter. When the grass was born, she clinging to her body like a needle, as if pleading with the land: I will not take up too much space. Its land of birth, always dark, is its birth bed. Black is always touching, as if tears fill the eyes of the land. Grass is a green fire that expands in the wind and rain. A bunch, a bunch of, they are unknowingly into one. In the grass’s life dictionary, there is no suicide, decadent, lonely, clear