我从未想过,有一天父亲会坐在书桌前,如同每一个高中生一样,求知中带着迷惘。而我,是他的老师。父亲是农民。像所有从大山里走出来的人一样,他的裤腿里有永远洗不净的黄泥,手掌上布满了永远柔软不了的老茧。这就是父亲,上半生面朝黄土背朝天, I never thought that one day my father would sit in front of a desk, just like every high school student, with a confusion in his knowledge. And I, is his teacher. Father is a farmer. Like all those who walked out of the mountain, his trouser legs had yellow mud that had been washed for so long that his palm was covered with cocoon never softened. This is the father, the first half of the loess facing back to heaven,