那年秋天,一连下了十多天雨,天刚放晴,地里的稻草还没有收,妻子正在患病,而我第二天就要回校给学生上课了,三亩地的稻草,一个人一个晌午无论如何也收不完,这真叫人心焦!“我来帮你收吧!”80多岁的祖父挑着竽筛来了。但我怎么能让他老人家来做?我连连摇头。“一个捆,一个挑,能干得快些。”他又安慰我:“捆草、装草又不是力气活,我还能行。”说干就干了。稻草一到祖父手里就变得老实多了。只见他随手从草堆上拿起一些稻草,从中抽几根,稍稍一转,上 That autumn, a continuous rain of more than a dozen days, just days sunny, the straw in the ground has not yet received, his wife is sick, and I will go back to school the next day to class students, three acres of straw, a One person at noon in any case did not close, it really makes people feel better! “I’ll help you close it! ” 80 -year-old grandfather lug sieve came. But how can I let his elders do it? I shook my head again and again. “A bundle, a pick, can do faster.” “He comforted me again: ” Hay bale, grass is not strength, I can do it. " As soon as the straw reaches grandfather’s hands, it becomes more honest. I saw he readily pick up some straw from the haystack, pumping a few, a little turn, on