“儿啊,你的眼神为什么那样忧郁?”“母亲,我无可奈何。”昨天,乡下的表弟带了一沓卖粮的白条跟我诉说:年年种粮,年年卖粮,付出的是汗水,收获的是白条。表弟哽咽着说不下去。我紧紧握住表弟粗糙的大手,默默无语。我感觉自己就像漂浮在大海上的一叶扁舟无力抗击汹涌波浪,无力帮助表弟,无力帮助像表弟一样更多的农民。最后,我从口袋里掏出不多的200元钱递给寻找出路的表弟。买化肥、买种子,孩子上学,这么多 “” “Mother, I feel helpless. ” Yesterday, the cousin in the country with a bunch of white strips to sell grain told me: every year to grow grain, every year to sell grain , Pay the sweat, the harvest is white. Cousin choked can not go on. I firmly hold the cousin coarse hand, silent. I feel like a leaf floating in the sea, unable to fight the raging waves, inability to help cousin, inability to help more farmers like cousins. Finally, I took out a small 200 yuan from my pocket and handed it to my cousin looking for a way out. Buy fertilizer, buy seeds, kids go to school, so much