爷爷的根越扎越深,他的理解像水一般渗进了大地的每一个角落;大地上的纹理也沿着爷爷的双脚攀升,先占领他的躯体,进而进驻他的额头——是的,他们就快融为一体了。爷爷走的时候,皮肤沟壑中的尘土还没有被城市的风雨完全清理。他始终无法像理解那片土地一样理解脚下的钢筋水泥,更不能低下灵魂的头颅去仰视那绵延的楼群。爷爷是庄稼人——既能说是种庄稼的人,也能说是庄稼一般在泥土里扎根的人。年轻时他是村里的生产队长,血 Grandfather root deeper and deeper, his understanding like water into the earth every corner of the general; the texture of the earth also climbed along the feet of my grandfather, first occupy his body, and then stationed in his forehead - is They are almost integrated. When my grandfather walked, the dust in the skin ravines has not been completely cleaned up by the city’s wind and rain. He can not always understand the footsteps of steel and concrete like the land, nor can he lower his soul’s head and look up into the long stretch of buildings. Grandpa is a farmer - both a man who crops, and a man whose crops take root in the soil. When he was young, he was the production captain of the village, blood