爷爷67岁了,他与泥土打了五十多年的交道;赶着牛,在田里来来回回地走了一辈子,犁下了一道道深深的田沟,也在自己的额头上犁下了深深的皱纹。那几亩黑土地里不知洒下了爷爷的多少汗水! 爷爷古铜色的脸膛,下巴留着一绺胡子,两只灼亮的眼睛布满了血丝。他脾气很倔,倔得九头牛都拖不回来。村上大部分人家用拖拉机来犁地,可爷爷不用;他舍不得 Grandpa was 67 years old. He had been dealing with mud for more than 50 years. He drove cattle and walked back and forth in the fields for a lifetime. He plowed a deep trench and plowed on his forehead. Deep wrinkles. I don’t know how much sweat my grandfather shed in that black land! Grandpa’s bronze face, his chin with a beard and two burning eyes covered in blood. His temper was very awkward and he couldn’t get back nine cows. Most of the villagers use household tractors to plow the ground, but Grandpa can’t use it; he is reluctant to