我对他的最早记忆——实际上也是我对一切事物的最早记忆——是他的臂力。那是一天傍晚在我家附近的一座正在建造中的屋子里。屋内尚未完工的木地板上有不少吓人的大洞,我知道这些裂着大口的黑魆魆的大洞不是什么好地方。当年三十三岁的他伸出强劲的双手,团团围住我那细小的胳膊,然后轻轻地将我举起,让我骑在他的肩上,高瞻远瞩,神气非凡。那时我才四岁。父子关系随着时间的流逝而变化。它会随着双方的成熟而不断发展、日益完美。它 My earliest memory of him - in fact, my earliest memory of everything - was his arm. It was one evening in my house near my house under construction. There are a lot of scary big holes on the wooden floors that have not been finished in the house, and I know these big black holes are not good places. At the age of thirty-three, he put out strong hands, surrounded me with his small arms and gently lifted me to let me ride on his shoulders, far-sighted and extraordinary. At that time I was four years old. The relationship between father and son changes over time. It will grow with each other’s maturity and become increasingly perfect. it