每次回老家,我都会到田野中,走一走。这是我的一种习惯,也是我贴近家乡的一种方式,我用这种方式,拉近与家乡的距离。在田野上行走,走得累了,就在一块田头坐下来。脚下,是土地;周围,全是土地,我陷入土地的包围之中。抓一把土,看着它,从我的指间缓缓地淌下,心中,即油然而生一份莫名的快慰。这个时候,我觉得自己,骨子里本就是一位农人。像我的父亲那样,有着苍黑的皮肤,坚硬倔强的筋骨,纷乱如草的头发,深如沟壑的皱纹,长满老茧的双手。我知道,那样的皮肤, Every time I go back home, I will go to the fields and walk. This is a habit of mine and a way of getting close to my hometown. I use this method to narrow the distance from my hometown. Walking in the fields, walking tired, sat in a field. At the foot of the earth is the land; all around it is land, and I am trapped in the land. Grasping a soil, looking at it, slowly dripping from my fingers, the heart, that is, spontaneously gave birth to an inexplicable pleasure. At this time, I feel myself, my heart is a farmer. Like my father, with dark skin, hard and stubborn bones, chaotic hair, deep gully wrinkles, hands covered with calluses. I know that kind of skin,