那是怎样的一张脸:黝黑无一丝光泽,皱纹纵横无一处细腻,干枯的嘴唇看不到一点滑润的地方,但高挺的鼻梁加上有点凹陷却炯炯的双眼,富有精神。那是怎样的一双手,干枯,显得骨架突兀,原本发黄的大手加上点点沉积与数不清的划痕,看起来有点触目惊心。满脸的痕迹是沧桑的累积,干瘦的大手是心酸过往的见证。他是一个农民。小时候,他是那么年轻,看不出一点风霜。在我眼里,他是那么 That is what a face: dark no luster, no wrinkles crisp aspect, withered lips can not see a little slippery place, but the tall nose with a bit concave but its eyes piercing, full of energy. That is what a pair of hands, dry, it seems skeleton unexpected, the original big yellow hand with a little sediment and countless scratches, looks a little shocking. Face traces of the accumulation of vicissitudes, thin hands are sad past witness. He is a farmer. When he was young, he was so young that he could not see a little bit of frosts. In my eyes, he is so