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5、thumbThesquatpenrests;assnugasagun.UndermywindowacleanraspingsoundWhenthespadesinksintogravellyground:Myfather,digging.IlookdownTillhisstrainingrumpamongtheflowerbedsBendslow,comesuptwentyyearsawayStoopinginrhythmthroughpotatodrillsWherehewasdigging.Thecoarsebootnestledonthelug,theshaftAgainsttheins

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8、hesquatpenrests.Illdigwithit.挖掘在我手指和大拇指中间一支粗壮的笔躺着，舒适自在像一支枪。我的窗下，一个明晰而粗厉的响声铁铲切进了砾石累累的土地：我爹在挖土。我向下望看到花坪间他正使劲的臀部弯下去，伸上来，二十年来穿过白薯垄有节拍地俯仰着，他在挖土。粗劣的靴子踩在铁铲上，长柄贴着膝头的内侧有力地撬动，他把外表一层厚土连根掀起，把铁铲发亮的一边深深埋下去，使新薯四散，我们捡在手中，爱它们又凉又硬的味儿。讲真的，这老头子使铁铲的巧劲就像他那老头子一样。我爷爷的土纳的泥沼地一天挖的泥炭比谁个都多。有一次我给他送去一瓶牛奶，用纸团松松地塞住瓶口。他直起腰喝了，马上又干开了，利索地把泥炭截短，切开，把土.撩过肩，为找好泥炭，一直向下，向下挖掘。白薯地的冷气，潮湿泥炭地的咯吱声、咕咕声，铁铲切进活薯根的短促声响在我头脑中回荡。但我可没有铁铲像他们那样去干。在我手指和大拇指中间那支粗壮的笔躺着。我要用它去挖掘。优秀优美的短篇的英语诗歌