小时上语文课,当老师教我们读“秋天到,秋天到,高粱涨红了脸,大豆笑弯了腰”那首诗时,我总是不能按照老师的要求,读出欢快的语气。那时的我,脑海里多半在放映着另一些场景:在密不透风的玉米地里喂化肥、抠土豆,绵延的地垄走也走不到头……因此我每每一边读诗,一边暗暗发誓,长大了,我一定要走出土地,绝不能在永无休止的劳作里度过一生。十四五岁的我总是把一望无际的田野看作黑色的走廊,只要钻进去,就别想 Hour Chinese class, when the teacher taught us to read “autumn to autumn, sorghum reddened, soybeans smile bent” When that poem, I always can not follow the teacher’s request, read the cheerful tone . At that time, most of my mind was showing other scenes: feeding fertilizers, digging potatoes and stretching the land in impervious maize fields. So I often vowed to read poems When I grow up, I must go out of my land and never spend my whole life in endless work. Fourteen-year-old I always see endless fields as a black corridor, as long as drilling in, do not think