一日,我见一对父子在路上行走。孩子不小心,被路上的一块石头绊倒。父亲扶起孩子,帮孩子拍打掉身上的尘土,然后,回转身,抱起石头,把它从路上搬走。“爸爸,我们已经走过了这块石头,不会再被它绊倒了,为什么要多此一举搬掉它呢?”孩子问。“孩子,不搬掉它,我们身后的人,会被它绊倒。”父亲说。这位搬掉路上石头的父亲,他搬石头时所说的那句话,他搬石头时所留下的那个身影,我一直记在心里。 One day, I saw a father and son walking on the road. Child accidentally stumbled by a stone on the road. Father raised the child, helped the child beat the dust on the body, and then turned back, picked up the stone, remove it from the road. “Dad, we have passed the stone and will not trip over it again. Why should we remove it more than once?” Asked the boy. “Children, do not move it, people behind us, will trip it. ” Father said. The man who took the stone away from his path, the phrase he said when he moved the stone, the figure he had left behind when he was moving the stone, I kept in mind.