Yesterday, father takes me went to a little village, the people over there relies on laborious both hands to earn living cost, maintain bread, this also attended a life class to me.
昨天，爸爸带我去了一个小山村，那里的人们靠勤劳的双手赚取生活费，维持生计，这也给我上了一堂生活课。
At the beginning father just says to want to attend a class to me, reached little village I just know this one class has how special —— to do not have capacious classroom, have the rice field of stretch to the horizon, without comfortable bench, have muddy ridge of field only, also can not write the writing material that can draw, some is sharp and clinking hook only, do not have clear cent more slowly fanner, have hot and clinking burning sun …… only
一开始爸爸只是说要给我上一堂课，到了小山村我才知道这一堂课有多么特殊——没有宽敞教室，倒有一望无际的稻田，没有舒适的凳子，只有泥泞的田埂，也没有可写可画的文具，有的只是锋利无比的镰刀，更没有清分徐徐的电风扇，只有火辣无比的烈日……
Begin to attend class, father calls me to take the hook on the ground, follow his pattern, it is sickle tool carrier below paddy of one individual plant, cut off paddy namely again, had piled the rice that has cut to be put in next write a composition aside. When I had cut rice of one individual plant already tired breathless, look up again see that boundless rice field my within an inch of is dizzy was in on field. Do not have method, who lets me have a such teacher! I continue to cutting rice, not a little while by sweat penetration the dress, visit other farmers, they took off the dress early …… eventually, I also do not hold to again, one buttock sits on ridge of field, it is beat dead I I also do not want to rise again. But visit those farmers, their sweat ceaselessly from the back genteel below, seem to be in rice is they irrigate with sweat big.
开始上课，爸爸叫我拿起地上的镰刀，跟着他的样子，把镰刀架在一株水稻底下，再就是就把水稻割断，然后把割好的水稻堆好放在一旁作文。我割好一株水稻时已经累的气喘吁吁了，再抬头看看那无边无际的稻田我差点就晕在了田野上。没办法，谁让我有一个这样的老师呢！我继续割着稻子，不一会儿就被汗水侵透了衣服，看看其他的农民，他们早就把衣服脱了……终于，我再也坚持不住了，一屁股坐在了田埂上，就算是打死我我也不想再起来了。可是看看那些农民，他们的汗水不断地从背上流下，好像在稻子就是他们用汗水灌溉大的。
Eventually, I boiled sunset, on the way home, I understood to select the child in what —— city it seems that is an emperor, and they think they are pauper …… however
终于，我熬到了日落，在回家的路上，我似乎明白了点什么——城里的孩子都是皇帝，而他们却以为自己是贫民……(文/333)