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亲爱的爸爸妈妈:你们好吗?走过漫漫黑夜,我两次陷入死亡泥潭:一次是一岁多时,患了肠套叠;另一次是今年我因骑车摔伤了大脑。是你们,两次坚定地把我从死神手中抢了回来,给我重生,给我希望。妈妈,您还记得今年的黑色七月,我从混混沌沌中醒来时,气若游丝,只孱弱地说了片言只语“妈妈,陪我”么?您绝对记得。正如深黑的老井里,透进一丝生命的光亮,给您和爸爸绝望的心里注入了一丝希望,不用担心我不再醒来、顽皮地不辞而别。
Dear Mom and Dad: How are you? After a long night, I fell into a quagmire of death twice: when I was over a year old, I had an intussusception; and on the other, I had a brain injury this year by cycling. It is you, two times firmly took me back from the hands of death, give me rebirth, give me hope. Mom, do you remember this year’s Black July, when I woke up from the chaos of chaos, if the gossip, only weakly said the slogan “Mom, with me ”? You remember. Just as in the dark old well, a trace of the light of life infuses hope into you and Dad’s desperate heart without fear that I will not wake up and playfully leave behind.