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荒野上的诗情山村的夜晚总是既单调又丰富的。有时月亮会从东山上慢慢爬起;有时漆黑的夜幕上只有几颗眨眼的星星,有时则夜色如墨,风高雨紧……但不管怎样,那些夜晚的时光总是最容易让思念与忧伤、困惑和憧憬一齐涌上心头,并一丝一缕地化为绵绵青涩的诗情。直到现在,我仍说不清哪来的那股子浪漫。插队的地方乃至周边几十公里,大大小小的荒山秃岭,以其无奈的神情,守候着散落在沟里沟外的穷苦人
Poetry in the wilderness The night of the mountain village is always monotonous and rich. Sometimes the moon rises slowly from the east; sometimes there are only a few blinking stars on the dark night, sometimes night dark, windy and rainy ... But in any case, those nighttimes are always the easiest to miss Melancholy, confusion and longing together in my heart, and a gleam to a glittering astringent poetic. Until now, I still can not tell where the romance is. Queues and even tens of kilometers around the queue, large and small barren bald hills, with its helpless look, waiting for the poor scattered in the ditch ditch