挖掘②在我手指和大拇指中间一支粗壮的笔躺着,舒适自在像一支枪。我的窗下,一个清晰而粗厉的响声铁铲切进了砾石累累的土地:我爹在挖土。我向下望看到花坪间他正使劲的臀部弯下去,伸上来,二十年来穿过白薯垄有节奏地俯仰着,他在挖土。粗劣的靴子踩在铁铲上,长柄贴着膝头的内侧 Digging ② lying in the middle of a thick pen between my finger and thumb, comfortable and comfortable like a gun. Under my window, a clear and sharp sound shovel cut into the gravel land: my father digging. I looked down and saw his bent buttocks bent down on the flowerbed, reaching up and rode rhythmically through the sweet potato ridge for twenty years. He was digging. Poor boots stepped on the shovel, long handle close to the inside of the knee