告别了多梦的读书生涯,携一路憧憬,踏上了厚实纯朴的黄土地。秋天,我握紧镰刀,在父母苍老的背影里去收获一片金黄。父亲的手好利索,金黄的稻谷在他的手里温柔得像一只只羔羊。在父母的身后,我手里的镰刀像刚会觅食的水鸟,东啄一口、西啄一口,总找不准茬口。割起的稻子被放得凌乱不堪,我感觉实在累了,便坐在田埂上,用一些美好的向往消除疲劳。对于脚下的黄土地,我没有丝毫的眷恋,为此我的理想和追求,在这片黄土地上无法着陆。于是我做着遥远而又渺茫的梦。“妈,我想走!”有一天我对妈妈说。 Say goodbye to the dream of reading career, carrying all the longing, embarked on a thick and honest yellow land. Autumn, I hold a sickle, in the old back of her parents to harvest a golden. His father’s hand was good, and the golden paddy was gentle in his hand like a lamb. Behind the parents, the sickle in my hand, like the waterbird just foraging, pecked east and pecked west, always finding no stubble. Cut up the rice was so messy, I feel really tired, then sat on the ridge, with some beautiful longing to eliminate fatigue. I do not have the slightest attachment to the loess land under my feet. Therefore, my ideal and pursuit can not land on the loess plateau. So I am doing a distant and slim dream. “Mom, I want to go!” One day I said to my mother.