1母亲去世时紧紧拉住我的手说,大望子,好好照看你爹,别叫他委屈了。母亲那温暖的眼神像春天里的阳光,一下就暖化了我的心。我含着眼泪点头答应,说,妈,你放心吧,我会的。母亲说这句话的时候,父亲就在身边,他的眼角有两行热泪缓慢地爬过满脸堆积起来的皱纹。父亲是悔恨了吗?我在心里自问。父亲是小学教师,在离家七八里地的一个 1 When my mother died, I pulled my hand tightly and said, "Look out to your father, take care of your father, and do not call him grievance. My mother’s warm eyes like the sunshine in the spring, a moment on the warmth of my heart. I nodded with tears and said yes, Mom, do not worry, I will. When the mother said these words, my father was there, and two lines of his eyes slowly crawled over his face wrinkles. Is my father remorse? I asked myself. Father is a primary school teacher, one of seven or eight miles away from home