我小时侯,家里很穷。父亲长年多病,我们兄妹三人都在念书,一家五口人全靠母亲一人在生产队里挣工分,常常是口粮分了还不到半个月,家里米缸就底朝天了。父亲一咬牙,让我回家帮衬家里的活计,可母亲却坚持让我念书。她劝父亲说:“别光指望娃儿拾那点柴烧顿饭,他日后兴许还能为国家添把柴呢。”那一晚,我在被窝里流了泪。 When I was young, my family was poor. My father was sick for so many years. All three of us, brothers and sisters, were studying. A family of five people relied on their mother alone for earning hours in the production team, often less than half a month after they had rationed food. One of my father bite, let me go home to help lining the family live, but my mother insisted that I study. She advised her father to say, “Do not expect the baby to pick up some wood for a meal, and he may be able to add wood to the country in the future.” That night, I shed tears in my bed.