爸爸是一个土生土长的农民,虽然在工厂上班,但是他下班就喜欢往田头跑。不是种点什么就是施肥、浇水。我想他是爱和田野待在一块儿吧!而我则是他的小跟屁虫。春暖花开的日子,我经常跟着爸爸。他扛一把锄头走在细长而弯曲的田埂上,落日余晖洒在他的肩头,金灿灿的。他头也不回,直奔目的地。来到自家的田地旁,爸爸总是先站一会儿,抽根烟,低下身子仔细观察着,然后开始 Dad is a native peasant, although working in the factory, but he likes to run to the field after get off work. Not what kind of point is fertilization, watering. I think he is in love with the fields, while I am his pet. Spring days, I often follow my father. He carried a hoe and walked on the slender and curved fields, leaving the sunset sprinkled on his shoulders, golden. He did not return to the destination. Came to their own fields, my father always stand for a while, smoking a cigarette, lowered his body carefully observed, and then started