家乡那片肥沃的土地蕴藏着美好的希冀,爷爷就在这片土地上度过了60多个春秋。他和庄稼一样在土地里生长着,能伸出玉米那样宽阔绿润的叶片,也能开出苦荞花般倔强的微笑。一声沉闷的雷声滚过之后,朝南向阳的水库堤岸上刚刚泛上一层烟绿,爷爷便坐立 That piece of fertile land in my home contains a good hope, and my grandfather spent more than 60 years in this land. Like the crops, he grew in the land, able to extend the broad, green leaves of corn, and to give himself a stubborn smile of bitter buckwheat. After a dull thunder rolling, southward sunny embankment just flooded a layer of smoke green, grandfather will sit