心里满怀不愿和无奈回到生我养我的地方。一切仿佛都还没有变,甚至连父亲那张古板的脸。故乡的田间小路弯弯曲曲,凹凸不平,路边依然到处都是野花。安详的村庄,古朴的房屋,到处弥漫着乡土气息。和父亲阔别多年,却依旧相顾无言。父亲默默地接过我手中的行李箱。我默默地跟在他身后。父亲总是这样有什么都放在心里不说。我也不太愿意向他倾吐心事。我们俩 Reluctant and reluctant to go back to my life I keep my place. Everything seems to have not changed, even my father’s old-fashioned face. The hometown of the winding path of the field, uneven, the roadside is still full of wildflowers. Quiet villages, quaint houses, filled with local flavor everywhere. After many years of absence from his father, he still remained silent. My father took the trunk in my hand silently. I silently behind him. My father always said nothing in his heart. I am also less willing to pour out his mind to him. Both of us