老王蹲在墙角,两手对插在袖筒里,终于不耐烦地啐了一口。小区近来又开始搞绿化,就在老王所住的公寓后。轰隆隆的机器整天响个不停,这儿“咬”一口,那儿又“吐”出来,一排常青植物规矩地躺在路边。老王进城一年多了,还是不能习惯这个奇怪的地方。看到这些植物,他总忍不住怀念老家那片地。“唉,种两垄豆角多好,这么好的地!”他望着花坛,叹了口气。老王从前可是个种田好手,手上的老茧至今又厚又硬。前年拆迁,老王无奈地住进高楼,地耙、铁锨都没地儿放,只好当破烂扔了,只有一把锄头实在舍不得,便留在了墙根。 Pharaoh squatting in the corner, his hands on the sleeves, finally impatiently sipped. Community recently started to engage in afforestation, just after the apartment where Pharaoh lived. The rumbling machine rang throughout the day, here “bite ” a mouth, where “” spit “out, a row of evergreen plants lying down in the street. Pharaoh more than a year into the city, or can not get used to this strange place. He could not help but miss the old home when he saw these plants. ”Well, kind of two kinds of ridge beans, so good!" He looked at the flower bed, sighed. Pharaoh used to be a farmer, his callus is still thick and hard. Reload two years ago, Pharaoh reluctantly into the tall buildings, rakes, iron do not have children to put, had to throw when the tattered, only a hoe really reluctant, they stay in the wall roots.