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村东有片低洼地,每到春季,父亲总在那里耕种,把各种各样的种子播下去。但却很少吃上那里种的瓜菜,因为瓜果成熟的时节,那片菜地成了一片汪洋。父亲仍是每年仔仔细细地种齐种好那里的每一分土地。十九岁的我对父亲说:“别种了,反正收获不了。种也白种。”父亲握着锄头,很平静地对我说:“我知道。但是,我是农民,即使没有收成,我也不能看着自己的土地一片荒芜,留有空白。” 看了上则材料,很
There is a low-lying land in the east of the village. Every spring, his father is always cultivating and sowing all kinds of seeds. However, they seldom eat the vegetables they grow in. Because the fruits are ripe, the vegetable fields become a vast ocean. The father is still carefully planting every good land there every year. At the age of nineteen I said to my father, “If you don’t grow anymore, you can’t harvest it anyway. It’s kind of white.” Father held the girl and said to me calmly, “I know. But I’m a farmer, even though Without a harvest, I can’t look at my own land as ridiculous and leave a blank space.”"