早晨,从禾苗上起来&l;/br&g;
同小花一起盛开&l;/br&g;
。&l;/br&g;
雨露,从叶面上起来&l;/br&g;
呼起了太阳上升的姿态&l;/br&g;
。&l;/br&g;
蝌蚪,从小溪上下来&l;/br&g;
诉说着昨夜的无奈&l;/br&g;
。&l;/br&g;
小鸟,从稻场上飞来&l;/br&g;
愤愤不平,说晚间的事,令人费解&l;/br&g;
。&l;/br&g;
柴门,被吱吱声打开&l;/br&g;
庄稼汉捻着烟袋&l;/br&g;
。&l;/br&g;
少妇,跟着后脚出来&l;/br&g;
手里还在紧着腰带&l;/br&g;
。&l;/br&g;
狗娃 冲着狗喊&l;/br&g;
你叫什么&l;/br&g;
。&l;/br&g;
铁犁,缠着牛转&l;/br&g;
两冤家一样对待&l;/br&g;
。&l;/br&g;
钟响,铃响,赶不上大姑娘心想&l;/br&g;
水响,花香,小伙子心里唱&l;/br&g;
。&l;/br&g;
苗儿,穗儿,自个掂着斤两&l;/br&g;
庄稼人,庄稼汉,年年存储着希望。 &l;/br&g;
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本章已完成!