一风,掠过黄黄的田垄,掠过青青的麦苗。黄土起伏。土塬上的浓荫里,露出瓦舍的一角。山峁下的场园上,老乡晾晒的一排排山芋粉条在风中飘摆,像春天的柳丝。尘土飞扬,不缘风,是车行。我们走错了道,路像是被废弃了,前不见来车后不见跟者。登封还远吗?老乡都用手一指:向前!坑洼的路还在延伸,索 A wind, passing yellow yellow ridge, passing green young seedlings. Loess ups and downs. The shadow of the highland, exposing the corner of the tile. The mountain under the park, the villagers drying rows of potato vermicelli in the wind swing, like the spring of Willows. Dusty, unhealthy, is the car. We went the wrong way, the road was abandoned, not seen before coming to the car with no followers. Dengfeng is far away? The villagers are referring to a hand: forward! Pothow’s road is still stretching, cable