爱,是沉重的。家庭给我的爱,尤其如此。晚餐桌上,鸡鸭鱼肉的精华部分总会在女儿的碗里出现;入夜,替我拉上窗帘的是爸爸,掖好被角的是妈妈;考试失败后的几个月里,是谁夜夜伴我秉烛 Love is heavy. This is especially true of the love my family has given me. On the dinner table, the essence of the chicken, duck, and fish flesh will always appear in the daughter’s bowl; at night, it’s my father who pulls the curtains for me, and the mother who has been beaten by the horns; Night with my candle