十五年年,每当想起父亲,我的心就隐隐作痛.他为人正直,对人宽厚.在那个泥瓦矮墙的时代,他寒窗苦读渴望成为一名受人尊敬的教书先生,可是直到他去世也没有踏上三尺讲台.我深深爱戴父亲,因为他有一颗包容的心。我感到内疚,因为父亲没有得到儿子的一点回报就撒手人寰。正值金秋,当人们把最华美的乐章献给人民教师的时候,我只能用浅拙的文字来慰藉父亲地下那颗永远不安宁的心。——题记 In my fifteen years, whenever I remembered my father, my heart was pained. He was honest and generous. In the age of the mud wall, he frantically read and wanted to become a respected teacher, but He did not embark on the three-foot platform until he died. I deeply love my father because he has an inclusive heart. I feel guilty, because my father was thrown away without receiving a return from his son. In the golden autumn, when people dedicated the most colorful movements to the people’s teachers, I could only use shallow words to comfort the hearts of my father who never rested. --Inscription