一在我的心目中,父亲就是个英雄。他是全家的主心骨,是最能干重活的劳动者,是能够让全家过上好日子的领导者。这一点,我从不质疑。虽然他常常因种种原因骂我、打我,用抽驴的鞭子无数次在我身上留下青紫的伤痕,但我心中的怨恨从来没有超出过对他的崇敬。我知道,他若没了,家里的天就塌了。他可以在帮人打墙时一气不歇地撂上去一墙板厚的泥土,可以一阵子割上整排的捆子,可以多半天用背 In my mind, my father is a hero. He is the backbone of the whole family, the most capable laborer, the leader who can make the family a better life. This point, I never question. Although he often scolded me for various reasons, hitting me, using a donkey’s whip countless bruises on me, but my heart’s resentment never exceeded his reverence. I know that if he’s gone, the sky in the house collapses. He can help people hit the wall together angrily up a wall of thick soil, you can cut the entire row of bundles for a while, you can spend most of the day with the back