我怎么也想不明白,我们坐在自家屋子吃菜豆子,远在对门园子里的菜豆子怎么看得见?母亲说:怎么看不见?风就要来了。我看见风从对门过来,进了我家的方格子木窗,风是庄稼们的眼光,还是她们的听觉?我不作声了,我们规规矩矩地等父亲回来。时候过了晌午,屋背后有山,山背后有田,父亲赶着孱弱的水牛在“哦起哦起”地犁田,不犁完那块二三亩的蛇湾丘,父亲是不会回来的。 How can I not understand that we are sitting in our own house to eat green beans and how far we can see the green beans in the garden? Mother said: How can we not see? The wind is coming. I saw the wind came from the door, into my house square lattice window, the wind is crop eyes, or their hearing? I do not make any noise, and we behave and wait for his father to come back. When noon, there was a hill behind the house, a field behind the hill, and my father rushed to the weakened buffalo to plow the fields without plowing. Back