天蒙蒙亮,父亲就来叩我的房门。父亲说:“我们不能总跟在老乡的后面,等他们指点:”呶!这里——那里——“我想是的。挎起竹篮,带上砍草刀,我和父亲上路了。八月山村的早晨是翠鸟的早晨、云烟的早晨。我和父亲经过水光粼粼的秧田,经过昨夜急雨涨岸的溪桥,经过开满矢车菊和蒲公英的逶迤的山岗,到路的尽头,父亲指着前面波澜起 Days are bright, my father came to knock my door. My father said: ”We can not always follow the fellow, waiting for them pointing: “ here! - where - ”I think so .Shung basket, bring chopper, my father and I on the road August morning in the mountain village is the morning of the kingfisher, clouds morning. My father and I through the sparkling seedling, after a rainy night up the river bridge, through the cornflowers and dandelions filled with shady mountain Gang, to the end of the road, my father pointed in front of waves