娃:我都活八十岁的人了,还没写过信呢。听说遗书也算是信,是吧?好歹上过几天学,还一直没机会用。今天,即将不久于人世的娘,就跟我娃说几句知心话吧。说得不对的地方,娃莫见笑。娃,我这辈子最对不起的,就是你了。其次是你爹。如果当年能为你爹多生个娃,就在身边,他也不会那样死了。一想到他的死,我的心还在疼。我娃太苦了,一直都苦。娃出世的时候,只有小老鼠大小,正闹饥荒,一顿一碗连米星子 Baby: I’ve been living eighty-year-old people, have not written a letter yet. I heard suicide note can be considered a letter, right? Anyhow, after a few days on the school, but also no chance to use. Today, soon to be dead in the world, just tell me a few sweet words. Put it wrong, baby laugh. Baby, my life’s most sorry, it’s you. Followed by your father. If you can give birth to your father more than a baby, on the side, he will not be that dead. My heart was still hurting at his death. My baby is too bitter and has been bitter Baby was born, only the size of a small mouse, is a famine, a bowl of rice even sub-stars