哥哥背起行囊顺江而下,弟弟拎起书包逆流而上。未老先衰的父母,站在村口的大槐树下,含着泪送走了哥哥,又送走了弟弟,任猛烈的山风吹乱了花白的头发,吹起了单薄的衣角,吹动了四颗伤感的心,只有那一江春水静静地向东流。兄弟俩的父母都是老老实实的庄稼人。虽然每天一家人都“面朝黄土,背朝天”地过日子,苦是苦,但家里有这两兄弟,就好像多了两根擎天柱,把这个家撑了起来,使那个简 The elder brother took up his bag and marched down. The younger brother picked up his bag and headed up. The premature parents, standing under the big banyan tree at the entrance of the village, sent their brother away with tears and sent away their younger brother. The fierce mountain breeze disturbed the gray hair and blew a thin coat of clothes. Four sad hearts were blown, and only that river was flowing quietly eastward. Both of the brothers’ parents are honest farmers. Although every family is “bearing loess and backsliding” to live and suffer hardships, the two brothers in the family are like two more Optimus Primes. This home is put up for support.