学农时,似乎每个孩子都对眼前的事物感到新奇,除了我。学农基地门口沿着河边的那条小路,路边的鸽子厂房,墙角的狗尾巴草,树旁栓着的羊。河里的鸭子,河对岸的油菜地,田地远处的茅草屋。喧嚣驶过的拖拉机,一小片一小片浓郁的树林……我知道这才是梦里熟悉的那些地方,我知道这才是我一直怀念着的时光。很小的时候,每次假期,爷爷奶奶总是会带着我到 When studying agriculture, it seems that every child is new to what is in front of me, except me. The entrance to the agricultural base is located along the path along the river, the pigeon plant on the roadside, the dog’s tail grass at the corner, and the sheep tied to the tree. The ducks in the river, the canola fields across the river, the thatched cottage in the distance. The tractor passing by, a small piece of dense woods ... I know this is the place where the dream is familiar, I know this is the time I have been missing. When I was very young, my grandparents always took me to