记得小时候,家里3个孩子的生活都是依靠父亲每天走街串巷磨刀来维持。那年,我考上了大学,当我把刚收到的录取通知书拿给父亲时,父亲只是瞟了一眼,脸上毫无表情。父亲的冷漠顿时冲淡了我的喜悦,我将录取通知书放回信封,悻悻地回到屋里。我一边运气一边隔窗看着院子里正在磨刀的父亲的背影,心里有说不出的委屈。良久,我发现父亲把磨好的刀放进厨房,默默地背起他的磨刀工具出去了。我不解地跑到厨房,问正在准备晚饭的母亲:“我爸这是干什么去?”此时,我发现母亲的脸上也布满 I remember when I was a child, the life of my three children at home was maintained by my father’s daily sharpening. That year, I was admitted to college, when I just received the admission notice to his father, his father just glanced, his face blankly. My father’s indifference suddenly diluted my joy, I put the letter of acceptance back into the envelope, shyly returned to the house. While I was lucky, I looked at the shadows of my father who was sharpening in my yard, and I could not tell my grievances. For a long time, I found my father put a good knife into the kitchen, quietly back his knife sharpening tool out. I ran to the kitchen, puzzled and asked the mother preparing dinner: "At this point, I found my mother’s face is full