下午回家,看到老牛在院子里刚生下的牛犊。父亲蹲在一旁,甜滋滋地吸着烟,皱纹里都溢着笑,瞅着牛犊。小牛犊趴在地上,还没能立起来;娘胎里带来的濡湿气尚未散尽,湿漉漉的黄毛儿贴在身上,油光发亮。老牛立在牛犊身旁,专心舔舐着自己亲爱的孩子。那舔 After returning home in the afternoon, I saw the calf that the cow had just given birth in the yard. His father was lying on the side, smoking cigarettes sweetly, laughing in his wrinkles and licking his calf. The calf squatted on the floor and could not stand up yet; the moisture from her mother’s womb had not yet been removed, and the wet yellow hair was affixed to her body, shining brightly. The old cow stands beside the calf and concentrates on his dear child. That