我躺在床上,盖着一层厚厚的被子。季节的转换使我原本就不强壮的体魄被流感击中,只能躺在床上。厨房里传来轻微的响声,那是父亲在为我煮粥。很久没有吃过父亲煮的粥了。小时候父亲每天为我煮粥。我喝粥,辅之以一碟榨菜、一块豆腐乳。冬天的早晨,我是在喝粥的温暖中度过的。 I lay in bed, covered with a thick quilt. The conversion of the season so that I was not strong body hit by a flu, can only lie in bed. There was a slight noise in the kitchen, that was when my father cooked porridge for me. Long time no father had eaten porridge. My father cooked porridge for me every day. I drink porridge, supplemented by a plate of mustard, a piece of fermented bean curd. Winter morning, I was in the warmth of porridge.