父亲热爱他的土地,如我们热爱他一般。春天,父亲那颗沉寂了一个冬季的心也随之苏醒。在村民们都袖着双手蹲在墙根儿下晒太阳的时候,父亲却一个人跑到空旷的田野里,用脚尖踢踢田里的土疙瘩,用手指抠一把还没有完全化冻的泥土,喜悦之情跃然脸上。谷雨时节的来临,令父亲精神抖擞。父亲开着新买的拖拉机,像一个驰骋沙场的大将军,在土地上播下一片片绿色的希望。 My father loves his land, as we love him. In spring, my father lost his heart in a winter wake up. While the villagers were all squatting their arms and squatting under the wall, their father ran into the open fields alone, kicking the dirt in the fields with his toes and digging a piece of soil that had not yet been fully frozen with his fingers. Joy of joy vividly face. Gu Yu season approaching, so that his father full of energy. My father drove a new tractor, like a big general on a battlefield, to sow a piece of green hope on the land.