“……守芳,我常常想我们的儿子,一想起儿子,我就要流泪……守芳,你要理解我啊!……儿子是我们的梦,儿子走了,我们的梦没有了,但我常常想,别人家的孩子还在,别人家还有梦……别人家的梦,也就是我们家的梦……” “... ... Fang-fang, I often think of our son, think of my son, I would like to cry ...... Shoufang, you have to understand me ah! ... Son is our dream, son gone, our dream gone, But I often think that other people’s children are still there, others have a dream ... others’ dreams, that is, the dream of our family ... ”