这是一段本早该写的文字,也是一段我不想去触碰的文字,我想一直珍藏在内心的最深处,让它就这样慢慢地与我的灵魂融为一体,让这段记忆封存在我和妻子的记忆中。每当我拖着疲惫的身躯打开家门的那一刻,仿佛打开了幸福:儿子正发出充满生命最初的欢笑声,向我扑来,也就是那充满幸福的欢笑,那充满需要安慰的眼神,还有那双伸向我的手,融化了我一天的疲劳。我想这就是幸福,而曾经的那段痛苦的记忆就是今天幸福的前身,我不怕,也不应该去害怕会触碰到它的忧伤与疼痛。我毅然地在电脑上写下:生命就是一个个的奇迹。 This is a text I should have written this morning and a passage I do not want to touch. I want to keep it all the way to my heart so that it will slowly blend in with my soul, There are memories of my wife and I. Whenever I dragged my tired body to open the door at the moment, seemed to open the happiness: my son is giving birth to the first full of life laughter, rushed to me, that is full of happy laugh, it is full of need to comfort the eyes, but also There are pairs of stretching my hand, melt my day’s fatigue. I think this is happiness, and the painful memory of the past is the happiness of today’s predecessor, I am not afraid, nor should I be afraid to touch it sadness and pain. I resolutely wrote down on the computer: life is a miracle.