锄头生锈的锄头,像一位做错事的老人,躲在大门扇的后面,耷拉着脑袋,不声不响,又像刚哭泣过的孩子。我从父亲手中接过锄头时,二十出头,是联产承包责任制刚开头的年月,两亩山坡地,在春天种下棉花、地瓜等农作物,棉花拱出地面,锄头就像勤劳的农民一样,一刻也不能闲着,土地也像棉花一样,喜欢疏松的土壤,土壤 A rusty hoe hoe, like an elderly man doing wrong, hiding behind the door leaf, pulling his head, silently, like a crying child. When I took a hoe from my father, I was in her early twenties with the responsibility system for remuneration linked to production. Two acres of hillsides were planted with cotton, sweet potato and other crops in the spring. The cotton arches out of the ground and the hoe is like an industrious Just like the peasants, you can not idle for a moment. The land is like cotton, like loose soil, soil