麦子像极了田野上三月的麦子,青涩而无华。麦子扎着两条大辫子,穿着娘给她缝的土布衣裳,低着头坐在教室的最后一排。麦子不会说我、我爸、我妈,她只会说俺、俺爹、俺娘。当她第一次站在讲台上介绍自己时,全班“哄”地一声笑了,因为她带有浓重口音的方言,也因为她的名字。“乡巴佬”就这样成了麦子 Like most of the wheat field wheat in March, Sentimental without Borders. Two big braids of wheat, dressed in her homegrown dress to her, head down and sat in the classroom the last row. Wheat will not say me, my dad, my mom, she will only say I, my father, my mother. When she first introduced himself on the podium, the whole class laughed loudly because of her thick accent dialect and because of her name. “Country bumpkin ” This became a wheat