我站在村口眺望,望着西斜的落日被村边的树枝挂破,夕阳羞赧地扯块云遮住,匆匆地躲入西边的鸟巢。父亲说,他喜欢看这样的风景;他还说,这是他毕生追寻的新去处。年少的我总是听不懂这番话。那时候,父亲喜欢牵着我的手,悠然地行走在乡间的小径上。清晨,淡淡的雾霭笼罩着整个田野,农民们吆喝着到田地里干活;傍晚,农民们又带着疲倦走上归家的路。一年四季,他们就这样周而复始地忙碌着。 I stood in the mouth of the village, looking at the western slope of the sunset by the village side of the branches hanging broken, sunset shame block cloud cover, hurriedly hid in the west nest. His father said he likes to see such scenery; he also said that this is his new life to pursue new places. I always do not understand these words young. At that time, my father liked to take my hand and leisurely walking in the country path. In the early morning, a touch of mist enveloped the entire field, and peasants swarmed to work in the fields. In the evening, the peasants took the road of tiredness to go home again. Throughout the year, they are so busy week after week.