那年,记得是深秋,父亲搭车进城来看我们,带来了田里新收的大米和一袋面条。“没上农药化肥,只用农家肥,无污染,保证绿色环保有机,让孙女吃些,好长身体。”父亲放下粮袋,笑着说。我掂量了一下,大米有五十多斤,面条有三十多斤。鼓鼓囊囊两大麻袋,不知他老人家一路怎么颠簸过来的。老家到这个城市有近一百里路,父亲也是快八十岁的老人了。看着父亲一头的白发和驼下去的脊背,我没有说什么,心里一阵阵温热和酸楚。父亲看着我们刚刚入住的新房,墙壁雪白,地板光洁,说,这辈子当你的 That year, I remember late autumn, my father came to the city by car to see us, brought in the field of new rice and a bag of noodles. “No pesticides and fertilizers, only manure, pollution-free, to ensure organic green, let granddaughter eat, long body.” "Father put down food bags, said with a smile. I weigh a bit, rice has 50 kilos, noodles have more than 30 kilos. Bulging two sacks, I do not know how the elderly all over bumpy way. Home to the city nearly a hundred miles, my father is also almost eighty-year-old man. Looking at his father’s white hair and camels down the back, I did not say anything, my heart burst of warm and sour. My father looked at the new house we just moved in, the walls were white and the floor was smooth, saying that in your life