常常想起小时候,深秋时,收割过的田野的景象;常常想起那驴的颤抖和眼角的泪。记得那时还小,村里还很落后,没有拖拉机,耕地都用牲畜。村里牛和马很少,大多数家庭只养骡子和驴。大概因为性格温顺吧,我家也养了一头驴,很老了,老的不成样子了,瘦骨嶙峋,但它从来不知道偷懒,一生受苦受累,像父亲。 Often remembered the scene of harvested fields in the late autumn when he was young; he often remembered the trembling of the donkey and the tears in his eyes. I remember that at the time it was still small and the village was still very backward. There were no tractors, and the farmland used livestock. There are very few cattle and horses in the village. Most families only raise lice and donkeys. Probably because of mediocre personality, my family also raised a donkey. It is very old. The old one is not as good as it is, and it is emaciated, but it never knows that it is lazy and suffers for life, like a father.