深奥的道理,不一定在书上才能觅得,一个憨厚质朴的老农,和他那片四季常青的菜园,也足够矣。和萧红一样,我的童年是在泥土的芳香里度过的。外公在大学的校门旁,拥有一片小小的菜地,不过,他可不像萧红笔下的那个祖父,拔草、种菜、浇水,样样有门道,有时,他甚至连我这个不懂种植之道的孩子也比不上。有一次,他忙活了一整天,一栏一杆地筑起一道齐齐的瓜架,没个毛边不说,连短短的铁丝头也服帖地顺在竹片后,别提有多漂亮。但是撒了 Esoteric truth, not necessarily in the book to find, a simple honest simple farmer, and his patch of evergreen garden, enough. Like Xiao Hong, my childhood was spent in the aroma of the soil. Grandpa next to the university gate, with a small vegetable garden, but he does not like Xiao Hong’s grandfather, pull grass, vegetables, watering, there are doorways, and sometimes he even did not understand my planted The children of the road can not match. Once, he was busy all day long, column by column to build a Qiqihe frame, not a flash does not say, even the short wire head also obeying the bamboo, do not mention how beautiful. But sprinkled