一九八三年冬天到来的时候妈妈带着一小盒嫁妆嫁进了爸爸家。那年妈二十一,爸二十九。谁都算得出,他们一同走过了十九个春秋。这个数字让我忽然之间很感动,十九年的时间,爸和妈之间的爱情,早已经成为那高高山上的山石了吧,,坚固无比他们当时很困难,只有一间十平米的小屋。屋里 In the winter of 1983, my mother married a small box of dowries to her father’s house. That year Mam 21, Dad 29th. No one can figure out that they have passed nineteen spring and autumn together. This number made me suddenly touched. In nineteen years, the love between Dad and Mom had already become a mountain in the high mountains. It was very tough and they were very difficult at the time, only a ten square meter of cabin. House