我爹说,穷且益坚,不坠青云之志。我爹说,饿死事小,失节事大。躺在光席上,望着天上的星星,我爹给我们讲古人“不为五斗米折腰”的故事。有一天,我捡了一块钱,立即交给了老师。爹拿着我得的奖状,笑得合不拢嘴。爹说,西儿,好样的!那一年,我九岁。爹说归说,我们听归听,吃起饭来,我们三兄弟还是像地狱里逃出来的饿 My father said, poor and Kennedy, do not fall in the clouds of ambition. My father said that starvation is a small thing, big bad thing. Lying in the light, looking at the stars in the sky, my dad told us the story of the ancients One day, I picked up a dollar and handed it to the teacher immediately. My dad got the certificate I got and smiled with a long ear. Dad said, West children, good kind! That year, I am nine years old. Dad said to go, we listen to, eat, our three brothers still escaped from hell like hell