“我慢慢地、慢慢地了解到,所谓父女母子一场,只不过意味着,你和他的缘分就是今生今世不断地在目送他的背影渐行渐远。你站立在小路的这一端,看着他逐渐消失在小路转弯的地方,而且,他用背影默默告诉你:不必追。”掩卷长叹,湿了眼眶。不知如此平实的语言中,究竟蕴藏了什么力量,让我每每读起,总是动容。父母亲恩,这份世间最厚的情、最深的缘,却被作者几笔写意,勾勒得如此淡然。即使翻完整本书,你也找不到炽烈二字,都是些日常对话、平常琐事。生活忙忙碌碌,我们有太多的理想还没实现,这些平凡的细节,无暇顾及。可当作者把她们挖掘出 Slowly, I slowly learned that the so-called father and mother, a mother and son, merely mean that you and his fate are constantly changing in the present and in the present. At this end, watching him gradually disappear in the corner of the road, and he silently tell you with a back view: do not chase. "Smashed sigh, wet eyes. I do not know such a plain language, what is the hidden power, so that I often read, always moving. Parents, grace, the world’s thickest love, the deepest edge, but the author a few freehand, outline so indifferent. Even turn the whole book, you can not find blazing words, are some of the daily conversation, the usual trivia. Busy life, we have too many ideals have not yet achieved, these extraordinary details, no time to take into account. Can be the author dig them out