怪我,直到那年高考,我才明白,他对我有着别样的期待。在他人生的麦田里,我是一株赶考的麦子。高考前两天,学校让我们自己调整。我掉转方向,打道回家。半年的闭关苦读,我和时节完全脱钩。回到家我才发现,满地金黄,漫天麦香,已到收麦季节。时间过得真快,更让我措手不及的是,在我面前巍峨多年的父亲,已经没有我高了。 Blame me, until that year college entrance examination, I realized that he had a different look for me. In his life in the wheat field, I was a test of the wheat. Two days before college entrance examination, the school let us adjust ourselves. I turned around and went home. Six months of retreat, I completely decoupled from the season. I came home only to find that Montreal, golden wheat, has reached the wheat harvest season. Time flies, leaving me by surprise, in my years before the towering father, no longer I am taller.