家家户户都有门,也都离不开门。我家也不例外。但我想说的那扇“门”并非是实实在在的木板或铁板制的门,而是支撑这个家的“门”———我的父亲。父亲是一个淳朴的农民,今年农历十月初五恰好是他五十岁的生日。父亲一辈子与黄土交往,与黄牛为友,土里土气,汗臭味儿满身是,皮肤晒 Every household has its own door, and it cannot leave the door. My family is no exception. But the “door” I want to say is not a real wood or iron door, but the “door” that supports this family -- my father. The father is a simple and honest farmer. It is exactly his 50th birthday on the fifth day of October this year. My father spends all my life with the Loess, and I am a friend of the cattle. I have a rustic, sweaty smell and my skin is covered with skin.