愧疚之心,莫过于当爸爸的发现了自己的失职。我们终于分到一间半陋室,乔迁在晚上进行。很快,当最后一个大件——沉重的大纸盒子被抬上小板车,小屋第一次变得如此空落寂寥。六年了。突然要离开这间小屋,妻黯然神伤。悠悠岁月里小屋就是一支难忘的歌。妻子扯了一下灯绳,日光灯犹豫了一阵,啪,小屋又袒露无遗:刚用涂料抹过的墙壁,油漆剥落的门窗,还有那条与锅灶紧挨着的小走廊……在这临别的时刻,都睁着湿润润的眼睛。 Guilty heart, than when my father found his own fault. We finally assigned to a semi-shabby room, housewarming at night. Soon, for the first time, the cabin became so empty for the first time that the last big, heavy cardboard box was lifted onto the trolley. Six years. Suddenly to leave this cottage, wife dejected. Long years in the cabin is a memorable song. His wife pulled a string of lights, fluorescent lamp hesitated for a while, snapped, hut and barely covered: the wall just painted with paint, paint peeling windows and doors, there is a small corridor next to the stove ... ... in this parting The moment, are wet eyes open.