小时候,我每年夏天都要随父母去内布拉斯加州的爷爷那里。我记忆中的爷爷是佝偻着身子,瘸了腿的。听爸爸说,爷爷年轻时很英俊,很能干。他做过教师,26岁时就当选为州议员了。正是事业如日中天的时候,他患了病—严重中风。宽阔的原野,高高的草垛,哞哞的牛叫,脆脆的鸟鸣,使我流连忘返。“爷爷,我长大了也要来农场,种庄稼!”一天早上,我兴致勃勃地说出了我的愿望。 As a kid, I went to Nebraska’s grandfather with my parents every summer. My grandfather in memory is stooped, lame leg. Listen to my father, my grandfather was very young and very capable. He was a teacher and was elected as a state legislature when he was 26. It was when the cause was high that he suffered from a serious stroke. Broad fields, tall haystacks, scruffy oxen, crunchy birds, make me linger. “Grandpa, I have grown up to the farm, grow crops!” One morning, I happily uttered my wish.