一个人,即使永生不穿布鞋,也逃不出自己的故乡。1我和父亲站在一头牛的水田里。父亲想叫我犁田。对于犁田我一直觉得是病入膏肓的痛。我讨厌犁田。讨厌在牛屁股的后面跟着,像个永远没有出息的傻子。父亲的脸一直是严肃的。像很深的山,高处不胜寒。我问母亲,人为什么要生活在这 One person, even if he never wears cloth shoes, cannot escape from his hometown. 1 I stood with my father in the paddy field of a cow. My father wanted me to plow. For plowing fields I always felt sick and painful. I hate plowing fields. Hate to follow behind the cow butt, like a fool who never gave birth. The father’s face has always been serious. Like a deep mountain, the heights are overwhelming. I asked my mother why people should live in this