朋友对我在博客上称自己是农民的儿子,有点异议。理由很简单,农民身份没什么可炫耀的,农民并不都是淳朴的。我之所以说自己是农民,不是一种身份认同,而是一种情感发酵。我只做我自己,是否淳朴并不重要。很多时候,淳朴不过是老实无用的代名词。但我在乎家乡,在乎泥土,忘记不了自己的卑微。我曾经是一个放牛娃,一度饿肚子,在河堤上转过来、转过去,像一条饥饿的狗。但卑微不等于卑下,饿肚子不等于饿精 My friend told me on my blog that he is the son of a peasant, a little dissent. The reason is simple, there is nothing to show off the identity of farmers, farmers are not honest. The reason why I say that I am a peasant is not a kind of identity, but an emotional fermentation. I only do myself, it does not matter whether it is honest or not. In many cases, simplicity is a synonym for honesty and uselessness. But I care about my hometown, care about the soil, can not forget my humble. I used to be a bullfrog, was hungry, turned over on the embankment, turned around, like a hungry dog. But humble does not mean humble, hungry does not mean hungry