忽然想起了岳父,还有岳母,想着他们对那片土地的执着与牵挂。眼前总会浮起那片土地的画面:秋日午后的宁静时光,岁月像流水一样悠长,梧桐叶在秋风中噼啪作响,枯萎的叶片飘落在老屋灰褐色的瓦顶、静寂的庭院;锄头倚靠在墙角,一言不发,银白色的刃口还沾满新泥;鸡鸭安静地在树荫下打盹,它们做着怎样的梦呢;猪睡在 Suddenly remembered the father-in-law, as well as mother-in-law, thinking of their dedication and concern for that piece of land. There is always a picture of the land floating up: the quiet days of the autumn afternoon, as long as flowing water, the leaves of paulownia crackling in the autumn wind, the withered leaves falling on the taupe roof of the old house and the quiet courtyard; The hoe leaned against the corner without saying anything, silver-white blade covered with fresh mud; chickens and ducks quieting in the shade, what kind of dreams did they make;