有人说,看戏流眼泪,替古人担忧。是啊,我无论是看书报,还是看影视作品,都可谓铁石心肠,“男儿有泪不轻弹”嘛。可是,想不到,年过花甲,感情已不脆弱的我,最近在读到《时代青年》1999年第7期上《写给街头卖唱的父亲》(作者:王克伟)一文时,却落泪了。当读到小伟的父亲为了凑足孩子到武汉参加短期培训班的路费和辅导费,挨门挨户叫门求告借钱时,我的鼻子发酸了,但我强忍着,不让泪水掉下来。 Some people say watching tears shed tears for the ancients worried. Yes ah, I read newspapers and magazines, or watching video works, can be described as a heart of stone, “Men have tears do not flick” thing. But, to my surprise, over sixty, has no feeling fragile, I recently read “young age” 1999 7 on the “street musicians wrote Father”: when (Author Wang Kewei) a text, but tears. When I read Xiaowei’s father in order to join the children to Wuhan to participate in short-term training courses and tutoring fees, door to door begging for money, my nose sore, but I endure, let the tears fall.