我的出生决定了我一生都是土豆最坚定的爱好者,也是土豆最忠实的爱怜者,对于土豆我还是有发言权的。在家乡,九月以后,土豆基本上成熟了,成熟了的土豆,青黄相间的叶子上满是黑色的斑点,像极了老人脸上的老年斑,有一股暮气,有一股风霜阅尽的笃定之气。黄,黄得彻底;黑,黑得从容。有的叶子卷了,卷起的叶子真的就是村里那些艰难度日的老人的额头,皱巴巴的,一道道褶皱里藏着的是难言的岁月,以及逐渐老去,扳着指头度日的那种漠然。 My birth determines that my life is the most staunch lover of potatoes, potatoes are the most loyal pity, I still have a say for potatoes. In my hometown, since September, the potatoes have basically matured. The ripe potatoes and the yellowish green leaves are full of black spots. Like the senile plaques on the face of the elderly, there is an unpleasant feeling of exhaustion The gas. Yellow, yellow thoroughly; black, black was calm. Some leaves rolled up, rolled up the leaves really is the village of those elderly people who have difficulty in the forehead, crumpled, fold in a hidden path is unspeakable years, and gradually old, pull your fingers to spend days The kind of indifference.