在我自幼生活的一排破旧老房子后面,是大片大片的麦田,一望无垠,青翠欲滴的麦子足足有半人高,微风轻轻拂过,如水漾清波,吹动阵阵涟漪,恰似大海般连绵起伏。农场主是脾气古怪的爷爷,爷爷是上海人,那个年代,他成了面朝黄土背朝天的农民,“足蒸署土气,背灼炎天光”。黝黑的面孔,佝偻的背 Behind a row of shabby old houses that I had lived in from the back of my life was a large tracts of wheat, an expanse of lush green wheat with a half-full height, a gentle breeze blowing, rippling waves of water, , Just like the sea like rolling. Farmer is eccentric temper grandfather, grandpa is from Shanghai, that time, he became a farmer facing the back of the loess, “foot steam Department rustic, back burning inflammation days”. Dark face, grim back