雕琢着脸庞

        四季的风霜

        吹白了双鬓

        沉甸甸的稻梁

        压弯了脊梁

        尽管如此

        他无法割舍土地

        直至老去死去

        孩子们啊

        背井离乡

        钢筋水泥般的森林

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