小屋很小,窗前只摆着一张方桌,左右两边都堆着杂物,勉强坐得下三个人。正对窗的是一把大大的木质靠背椅,自从搬来这儿,已成了我理所当然的“专座”。晚饭的时候,父亲坐在我的右侧,我的左侧,呃,我的左侧没有座位——不知从什么时候开始,母亲就站着吃饭,站在我的左边。 Small hut, only a square table in front of the window, left and right piled with debris, barely sat down three people. Opposite the window is a large wooden backrest chair, which has become my natural “seat” since moving here. At dinner, my father sat on my right, my left, uh, there was no seat on my left - I do not know when the mother stood to eat and stand on my left.