阳光从天空上泼洒下来,麦田里波光粼粼,像披上了一层金色的羽毛。父亲扛着一把锄头,走在田埂上。我跟在父亲的身后,喜颠颠地一蹦一跳地随父亲一起下地干活。偶一抬头,我发现父亲肩膀上锄头的锄刃上,阳光很晃人眼,灰褐色的锄刃上,像上了一层锈。我指着父亲肩膀上的锄刃说道,爸爸,您锄刃上的阳光生锈了。父亲听了,停下了脚步。他回过头来,放下肩膀上的锄头,和蔼地说道,孩子,阳光是不锈的,阳光无论照到哪,哪里都永远闪烁着金色的光芒。 The sun shines from the sky, the sparkling wheat fields, like a layer of gold feathers. My father carried a hoe and walked in the fields. I followed behind my father, jumped to work with my father in a hilarious manner. I looked up, and I found the hoe blade on my father’s hoe, the sun shining, and the gray-tipped blade hurled like a layer of rust. I pointed to the hoe on my father’s shoulder and said, Father, the rust on your hoe blade is rusty. Father heard, stopped. He turned back and put down the hoe on his shoulder, saying kindly, child, the sun is stainless, no matter where the sun shines, where always gleaming golden light.