编完这组稿件,觉得还有些话想说。编辑同仁大概都有过这样的感受:整天面对着成百上千的自然来稿,一篇篇地看下去,乱花迷眼却都开放着一种姿态,万千情思又都涌向一个出口,失望之余,让人不由得以为自己的眼睛出了毛病。直到有一天,读到这样的句子:村庄里的人就如同村庄外的麦子,他们的双脚已经在贫瘠的土地里生根,无处可逃,时间一到就会有一把巨大的镰刀来收割他们。这个收割者很随意地把一片成熟的麦子一镰一镰地割倒,不会特意避开 After editing this set of manuscripts, I think there is something to say. Editors probably have had such a feeling: all day facing the hundreds of natural contributions, a chapter to look down, but disorderly fans are open to a gesture, thousands of thoughts have flocked to one Export, disappointment aside, people can not help but for their own eyes went wrong. Until one day, I read the sentence: the people in the village are like the wheat outside the village. Their feet have already taken root in the barren land and nowhere to escape. As soon as the time comes, there will be a huge sickle to reap they. The reaper is free to leave a piece of ripe wheat falled with a sickle and will not be deliberately avoided