回到家,已是暮秋。那无边无际的稻田已经收割了,光秃秃的一片,一眼就望到天与地的交界。我使劲攥着拳头,然后张开。奶奶说过掌心的纹路决定了一个人的命运,我曾不相信,但考试的失败让我徘徊在掌纹的边缘,命运真的已经决定了吗?父亲来了,风吹着他的衬衫,显出微驼的背。我想父亲应该知道我这次突然从学校回来的原因。“爸,你相信掌纹决定命运吗?”我望着父亲的眸子。 Back home, it is late autumn. The boundless paddy field has been harvested, bare one, at a glance to the junction of heaven and earth. I clenched my fist, and then opened. Grandmother said palm lines determine the fate of a person, I did not believe, but the failure of the exam hovering at the edge of the palmprint, fate really have decided it? Father came, the wind blowing his shirt, Showing the camel’s back. I think my father should know the reason I came back from school suddenly. “Dad, do you believe that the palm print determines the fate?” "I looked at my father’s eye.