我在食指和拇指之问握着一支粗壮的笔,满怀信心。窗下传来清亮的嚓嚓声音,因为有铁锹挖进沙石的地面:我父亲在挖掘。我向窗外俯瞰他用力的后背在苗圃中问弯下,到如今已经二十年,在马铃薯窄小地垅上依节奏下弯在他挖掘的地段。粗糙皮靴紧蹬铁锹的上缘,锹把紧紧贴在膝盖内侧之边 I held a thick pen in my forefinger and thumb, full of confidence. There was a clear chink of sound coming from the window because of a shovel digging into the ground: My dad was digging. I looked out of the window and bent over his hard back at the nursery, and for twenty years now, I bent down on the narrow side of the potato and rode down in his excavation. Rough Boots Pedal spade on the edge, spade firmly attached to the inside of the knee