即使是现在,有时五点醒来,我还是满心焦虑,怕自己睡过了头,觉得爷爷正在蒙蒙亮的院里等着我,外面是一声声犬吠与报晓的鸡鸣。有声音打在窗上,那是赶着去田地里的人的攀谈声,声音含混着,杂乱的脚步踏着乡间土路上细碎的沙。我将被子蒙过头去,大喊:“不去,今天我就不去了吧!”然后等待着聆听那不耐烦的跺脚声从温热、坚实的土地传来…… Even now, sometimes waking up at five o’clock, I was still full of anxiety, I was afraid I had slept, I feel grandfather is waiting for me in the courtyard of a bright, outside is a barking and newspaper crowing. There was a voice hitting the window, the sound of the conversation of those who rushed to the fields, their voices mixed, and their messy feet marching down the fine sand of the country dirt road. I will be overstretched and shouted: “Do not go, I will not go today!” And then waiting to hear the impatient squeal heard from the warm, solid land ...