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故乡是无法抹去更无法忘却的。当很多人极力抹掉身上乡土生活的痕迹时,我却一再告诫自己:我是农民的儿子,我的父亲就长眠在剑门山区一个叫白水村的黄土坡里,我的母亲和兄长至今都没有走出那一片土地。那一片土地山清水秀,美丽却并不富饶,锄禾日当午,汗滴禾下土的父老乡亲是没有闲心“采菊东篱下,悠然见南山”的,很多人梦寐以求的是过上城里人体面的生活,我也是通过十几年寒窗苦
Hometown is unable to erase more unforgettable. When many people tried very hard to erase traces of their local life, I repeatedly warned myself: I am a peasant’s son and my father has long slept in the Yellow Soil Pitch, a village called Baishui, in Jianmen Shan District. My mother and brother have so far Did not get out of that piece of land. That piece of land is beautiful and beautiful, but not rich, hoe wo day afternoon, sweat Wo soil under the patriarch is no idle “Picking Ju Dong, leisurely see the Nanshan ”, many people dream of is to pass Decent life in the city, I also bitter through more than a decade