结婚,生子,建房。农人将这三件大事办完,就从青年走向了暮年,白发就会悄然地爬上头。一觉醒来,对着洗脸盆的清水,扯下一根白发,左瞧瞧右看看,愣住了,这是我么?不信?又抬手往脸上一拍,脸皮打皱了,自叹一句:“老了。”忙喊来老伴,将儿子、儿媳唤到堂屋的大桌前,对儿子说:“我老了,这家就交给你了。”然后,自己给自己安排二亩薄地,一亩种粮,一亩种菜,只要有一口活气,就自食其力,日子就这么往下过。还有多 Married, have children, build a house. Farmers will be done after these three major events, from youth to old age, white hair will quietly climbed his head. Wake up, facing the wash basin water, ripped a white hair, left look right to see, stunned, this is me? Do not believe? And raised his hand to the face of a beat, wrinkled his face, Sigh: “old. ” Busy shouting to his wife, the son, daughter-in-law called to the main room in front of the table, said to his son: “I am old, this is for you.” " Own arrangements for their own two acres of thin land, acre of grain, acre of vegetables, as long as there is a vibrant, self-reliant, the days so down. There are more