我的父亲走在玉米地田埂上。鲍勃,我们的牧羊犬,走在我父亲的前面。我们听到一只地松鼠在空地边缘的枯树顶上虚张声势地吹着口哨。“来吧,干掉它,鲍勃。”我的父亲说道。他举起一根玉米苗,苗的根部已经枯萎脱水,地松鼠把遗留在柔嫩根部的甜玉米粒挖了出来。我看到父亲一直让鲍勃去追咬那些地松鼠,它跳过了玉米行,开始向地松鼠跑去。我也向空地跑去,鲍勃正在那儿又跳又叫。尘埃在我们脚后形成一个小小的漩涡, My father walked in the corn fields. Bob, our shepherd, walks in front of my father. We heard a ground squirrel whistling bluff on the dead tree top at the edge of the open space. “Come on, kill it, Bob.” My father said. He lifted a corn seedling, the seedling’s roots had wilted and dehydrated, and the ground squirrels dug out the sweet corn kernels left on the tender roots. I saw my father had been Bob to bite those ground squirrels, it skipped the corn line, began to go to the ground squirrel. I ran to the open, where Bob was jumping and calling. Dust in our feet form a small whirlpool,