今生今世,我对土地存有一份不了之情。家处乡野,父母和妻子是地地道道的农民,混事于单位的我节假日少不了要跟随他们上山下湾,侍弄庄稼。一年四季总有干不完的农活。苦归苦,但心灵上自有一份慰藉一份安宁。土地是农民之本,失去了土地的农民犹如水上浮萍或随黄风乱舞之飘蓬,无根,无主心骨,也无定力。好在我家尚有两亩旱变水的土地,在村后山垣上。农历七月十五以后,小麦渐次地黄了,麦穗纷纷低下或沉重或轻飘的头颅。我手提两只暖瓶,妻子背上芨芨草编的背篼,里面装着干粮袋、镰刀和磨刀石之类的东西。当然秋天早晨露水大,到 This life, I have a copy of the land can not help but love. Hometown countryside, parents and wives are unassuming farmers, mixed with my unit, ultimately indispensable to follow them up the mountain, serve the crops. There are always endless farmwork throughout the year. Bitter suffer, but the soul of a comfort own a peace. Land is the root of peasants, and peasants who have lost their land are like water duckweeds or fluttering rocks with the wind fluttering in the wind. They have no root, no backbone and no fixed force. Fortunately, there are still two acres of dry land in my house, after the village on the wall. After the seventh lunar month, the wheat gradually yellowed, and the ears of wheat all had low or heavy or floating skulls. I had two thermos bottles in my hand, my wife’s back with a scallion, with dry food bags, scythe and whetstone and the like. Of course autumn morning dew big, to