小时候,我曾怨恨父亲。父亲是看青的。看青,就是手拿一把镰刀,不分昼夜地在庄稼地里巡逻,看护队里的庄稼。从我记事起,父亲就一直干这个。别人说这是个好活儿,省得下地受累还可以管人,更主要的是可以往家里拿点吃的。年少的我不懂事,觉得父亲太胆小,太不近人情,这个好活儿白让他干了。要是我,时鲜的东西拿家来,让奶奶吃个饱,让妈妈的脸上挂上笑,让我在小伙伴面前伸直腰,有机会也馋 When I was young, I hated my father. My father is young. Look at the green, that is, take a sickle in hand, day and night in the fields patrol, care team of crops. From my memoirs, my father has been doing this. Others say this is a good job, the province can also be involved under the custody, but more importantly, you can get some food at home. I am young and naive, I feel too timid father, not too human, the good job white let him do. If I, fresh things to get home, let my grandmother eat full, so that my mother’s face hanging laugh, let me straight in front of small partners, have the opportunity to greedy