花生熟了,让我想起父亲。那佝偻的背影,黝黑的肌肤,和脚下汗水湿透的土地。花生熟了,父亲!您是否走在丰收的土地上,捧起一把肥硕的果实,笑看这秋天的风景。风景中,有您的期盼。岁月里,有您的艰辛。纵横阡陌的手掌啊,留下过多少劳动与奔波的印痕。印痕里, Peanuts cooked, reminds me of my father. The sloppy back, dark skin, and sweaty soil underfoot. Peanuts cooked, father! Do you walk in the harvest land, won a plump fruit, laugh at this autumn scenery. In the landscape, there is your hope. Years, have your hardships. Vertical and horizontal terraced rice palm ah, leaving too much labor and rushing prints. In the mark,