每每想起故乡,我总想起爸爸,和爷爷,然后潸然泪下。爷爷是个没下过地的农民。他倔强地认为,没下过地就不是农民。他不做农民。爷爷自幼拜师习武,在家乡一带成了小有名气的武者。他开过一家武馆教人拳术,名声越传越大。他令我想起霍元甲。后来他被一群泼赖踢馆。人说他套上两臂铁圆环只身打退那群泼赖,但自己也被打得鼻青脸肿。我想,那个疼痛难忍的夜晚,爷爷一定想过很多很多。 Often think of hometown, I always think of my father, and grandpa, and then tears. Grandpa is a farmer. He stubbornly believes that it is not a peasant if he has not been there. He is not a farmer. Grandpa worship martial arts since childhood, in the hometown became a famous martial artist. He opened a martial arts to teach people boxing, fame more and more. He reminds me of Huo Yuanjia. He was later kicked by a group of reputable players. People say he put on his arms iron ring alone to fight back those group of Lai Lai, but he was beaten too blunt. I think that painful night, Grandpa must have thought a lot.