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每年刚进腊月,我就非常想家,直至夜不能寐、辗转反侧。此种感觉,有点说不清、道不明,反正绝不是一个“孝”字所能概括。于是,除夕那天,我会归心似箭赶回乡下老家,与父母及弟弟过年。这样的行动,已持续三十多年,即使后来成家,有了孩子,也还是手提肩扛地往老家赶。记得有一年除夕,正下着大雪,路上车子无法通行,我硬是找了一条挂浆船,一家三口蜷缩在小船上,在寒风大雪里颠簸了三小时,才于晚饭前赶到。
Just enter the twelfth lunar month every year, I miss home until sleepless nights, tossing and turning. This feeling, a little unclear, Road unknown, anyway, is not a “filial piety” can sum up. So, on New Year’s Eve, I will be back in the country home, with her parents and brother New Year. Such an operation has lasted for more than 30 years and even if later a married family member has a child, he is still hand-carried to his hometown. I remember one year New Year’s Eve, is under heavy snow, the car can not pass the road, I was just looking for a slurry boat, a family of three curled up in the boat, bumpy and snowy three hours before arriving at dinner.