高高地隆起,又低低地趴下,四季风随着父亲和羊群一遍遍打它的额头走过,落下深深浅浅的沟壑,支离破碎的岁月和面孔,一条条密布的如荒草般疯长的皱纹静静地描刻生存的印迹。一辈辈的陕北人在这里生长和生活。一棵棵老槐树拔地参天,一次次,太阳升起又落下,陕北的山都是默默的托举者,就像面朝黄土背朝天的农民,就如从清晨到黄昏,一直默默耕耘在田埂中的老牛,汗水和雨水都在这里流过。陕北的山像农村的父亲。父亲的背就是这个样子。拥有着无限广博的胸怀,承载无限贫瘠与荒芜。父亲的心里能装事,于是 High uplift, and low to get down, the four monsoons with his father and herd over and over again hit it’s forehead, falling deep shallow gully, fragmented years and faces, a densely covered as wildly sobriety Wrinkles quietly depicts the imprint of survival. Northern Shaanxi generation of people grow and live here. A tree old locust tree towering towering, time and time again, the sun rises and falls, the mountains of northern Shaanxi are silently bystanders, like facing the back of loess peasants, just as early morning to evening, has been quiet The old cattle, cultivated in the fields, sweat and rainwater flow here. Mountain in northern Shaanxi like the father of the countryside. My father’s back is like this. Has an unlimited broad mind, carrying unlimited barren and barren. Father’s heart can hold things, so