我那年才10岁,却陡然陷入了极度痛苦之中。因为我即将远离熟悉的家乡。尽管我还年幼,但这短暂的时光中的每时每刻都是在这个古老而庞大的家族中度过的,这里凝聚着四代人的欢乐与苦楚。最后的一天终于来临了。我一个人偷偷地跑到我的避难所——那个带顶棚的游廊,独自悄悄地坐着,身子不断地抽动,伤心的泪水如泉水一般直往外涌。突然间,我感到一只大手在轻轻地抚摸着我的肩膀,抬头一看,原来是爷爷。“不好受吧,比利?”他问道,随后坐在我旁边的石阶上。 When I was 10 years old, I suddenly fell into extreme agony. Because I am about to leave the familiar hometown. Although I was still young, every moment of this brief moment was spent in this ancient and large family, with the joy and suffering of four generations. The last day finally arrived. I secretly ran to my shelter - that veranda with a roof, sitting alone quietly, body constantly twitching, sad tears like water generally straight outwai. Suddenly, I felt a big hand gently stroking my shoulder, looked up and turned out to be grandpa. “Do not feel bored, Billy?” He asked, then sitting on the stone steps next to me.