你把春天留给我,把冬天留给自己。金黄的麦田里,父子俩头页烈日,正挥舞着镰刀在割麦。“爸,我渴!”儿子觉得渴得憋气。儿子的声音尽管不大,在寂静的麦田里,应该能传进父亲的耳朵。可是父亲没有应声。他依旧忙碌地埋头割麦。“爸,我渴!”在委屈的支使下,儿子的音量大起来。父亲 You leave spring for me and leave winter for yourself. In the golden wheat field, the fathers and sons were facing the sun and waving a sickle to cut the wheat. “Dad, I’m thirsty!” The son felt thirsty. Although the voice of his son is not large, he should be able to pass into his father’s ear in a silent wheat field. However, my father did not respond. He is still busy burying wheat. “Dad, I’m thirsty!” Under the grievances, the son’s volume rose. father