夕阳西去,远处的山腰间仍有几户人家。炊烟缓缓散去,望着渐行渐远的山路和两边的麦地,我挥挥手,告别那段迷惘、不成熟的十四岁。提着镰刀,用搭在肩上已看不出本色的白毛巾狠狠地揩了把汗,扶了扶斜戴在头上的草帽,走向通往家里那条唯一的小路。夏忙时分,从学校回家与父母一起割麦。这是我第一次干这样的体力活儿,当然极不情愿,一直抱怨,可每当抬头看见父亲那坚毅且不容置疑的目光,我只好同意,不敢再说什么。早上,从井里舀一瓢凉水抹把脸,把两个 Sunset west, far from the mountainside there are still a few families. Smoke slowly dispersed, looking at the lonely mountain road and corn fields on both sides, I waved to bid farewell to that confusion, immature fourteen years old. Carrying a sickle, with a white towel on the shoulder can not see the color of the severely wiped out the sweat, helped lift the straw hat on his head, leading to the only path leading to the home. Busy summer, go home from school with his parents cut wheat. This is the first time I have done such manual work. Of course, I am reluctant and always complain that whenever I look up to see my father’s resolute and indisputable gaze, I have to agree and can not say anything. In the morning, scoop a well-watered water from the well to wipe the face and put two