那棵枣树立在我家门前。它结的枣儿不中吃,看一眼都牙酸。它的刺儿尖尖的,令人生畏!只有我娘,稍一得闲,就站在树下仰望,仰望。我不止一次地问娘,你在看啥?我娘不答。我猜娘是在想我爹。我爹叫粘蛋,人跟名字一样黏糊,窝囊,一个人住在村外的土坯房里,做伴的是大羊和小羊,是地道的放羊汉。还没有我的时候,他就在放羊。我都会打弹弓了,他还 That jujube stands in front of my house. It knot jujube not eat, take a glimpse of all teeth. It’s spiky pointy, daunting! Only my mother, a little leisurely, standing under the tree looking up, looking up. I asked my mother more than once, what are you looking at? My mother does not answer. I guess Mother is thinking of my father. My dad called sticky eggs, people with the same sticky name, useless, living alone in the adobe village house, accompanied by the big sheep and lambs, is the real Sheep. He was laying sheep without me. I will play slingshot, he still