终于将最后一户农户的早稻生产面积录入电脑,我伸了个长长的懒腰、揉了揉有些涩痛的双眼,已经是夜里11点了。办公室窗外,只有零星一两户人家的灯还亮着,辛勤劳作了一天的村民们早已进入了甜美的梦乡。深夜里的山区乡镇,宁静而安祥。 Finally, I recorded the area of ​​morning rice production of the last farmer into the computer. I stretched out a long lazy waist and rubbed my eyes with some astringent pain. It was already at 11 o’clock in the evening. Outside the office window, only the sporadic lights of one or two families were still on. Villagers who worked hard for a long time had already entered the sweet dreamland. In the middle of the night mountain towns, quiet and peaceful.