未曾退却的弓是爹的背影。蒙蒙下着的雨是爹的诉说. 心泪在流,但泪水冲不掉记忆,冲不走雨中那张弯弯的弓! 高中录取通知书已经下来好几天了,我一直没敢和爹说。交600多元,对于我们这个家庭来说,也是个不小的数目。哥哥得病花了好几万,又离开了我们,爹起早贪黑也赚不来那三个不起眼的数字。这三个数字像巨石一般压着我的心。 The bow that has not been retreated is a back view of Aya. The rain under the misty is the blasphemy. The tears are in tears, but the tears can’t rush out of the memory, and you can’t take the bow in the rain! The high school admission notice has been down for several days. I haven’t dared to say anything. . Paying more than 600 yuan is not a small number for our family. The elder brother spent tens of thousands of sick and left us, picking up three inconspicuous numbers that could not be earned even if it was too late. These three figures are like my boulders, which are generally pressing on my heart.