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似乎是从回老家的第一天起,母亲就开始考虑我们回城时所带的物品。我的家在一个偏僻的小村里,碎石子铺成的小路很窄,两侧都是半人多高的茅草,车子停在百米之外的玉米地头。因为东西太多,父亲拉了平板车,把一袋大米和各种东西放上去再倒腾过去。拉车的时候我要拉,父亲说他来拉,昨夜露水重,别把你裤子弄湿了。以前,父亲对我们的来回似乎并不太在意。这几次,我发现父亲也不想让我们走,嘴里老是嘟囔着:“不能在家多住一天吗?”明显感觉到,父亲老了,言语里对我们充满着留恋。
It seems that from the very first day I returned to my hometown, my mother began to think about the items we brought when we returned to the city. My home is in a small remote village where gravel paths are narrow and half-man-made thatch on both sides, with the car parked in a field of corn 100 meters away. Because too many things, his father pulled the flatbed, put a bag of rice and various things up and then over. Pull the car when I want to pull, his father said he pulled last dew heavy, do not wet your pants. In the past, my father did not seem to care too much about us. These days, I noticed that my father did not want us to go anymore. There was always a mumble in his mouth: “Can not live more than one day at home?” Obviously, his father was old and his words were full of nostalgia for us.