床上铺了一层厚厚的稻草,室里充满了稻草带来泥土和五谷的馥香。床上蓬蓬松松,凸凸凹凹,但释放着一股浓浓的暖气,让人感觉到阳光的味道。睡上去,身子落入窝窝,并发出叽叽响声,像秋虫的一阵嘶鸣。此样的床,我在乡村中学教书时睡过。那稻草是父亲送的,那床是父亲亲手铺成的。那时候,学校条件很差,我住一间豆腐块房,很破旧,是危房。窗户没安玻璃,用报纸残缺不全地糊着。房上没有楼,抬头可从瓦缝 The bed covered with a thick straw, filled with straw to bring the soil and grain fragrance. Bed fluffy, convex bump, but the release of a thick warmth, people feel the taste of the sun. Asleep, his body fell into the nest, and issued a grumble, like a nematode while neighing. Such a bed, I slept in rural middle school teaching. The straw was delivered by his father, and the bed was paved by his father. At that time, poor school conditions, I live in a tofu block, it is old, is dilapidated. No glass windows, with incomplete newspaper paste incomplete. No room on the floor, looked up from tile seams