儿子考取了北京的一所大学,他终于要离开我们去大城市生活了。儿子又在捣鼓自行车,说要把它带到北京去。想起儿子5岁时,有一次我骑车送他上医院。被高烧烧得迷糊的儿子忽然开口:“爸爸,等你活到100岁,我也骑车带你上医院。”至今记得那个晚上——我摔骨折了,朋友半夜把我从外地送回。到家已是深夜12点,只见儿子小脑瓜还贴着窗玻璃在张望。一看到我,儿子飞快下楼——准备好自行车带我上医院呢,他说:“爸爸我背你吧,我背得动!” The son admitted to a university in Beijing. He finally left us to live in a big city. The son was again drumming a bicycle and said he would take it to Beijing. When I remember my son was 5 years old, I once took him to the hospital by bike. The son who had been burned by high fever suddenly said: “Dad, when you live to 100, I ride you to the hospital.” I remember that night - I broke my bones and my friend sent me from the field at night. Back. It was 12 o’clock late at home. I only saw my son’s head was still standing on the window glass. Upon seeing me, my son quickly went downstairs - ready to take me to the hospital with a bicycle. He said: “My father, I will carry you, I will be able to hold my back!”