那不过是学生时代的一件小事，却让我终生铭记。１９７８年冬天，一个风雨交加的早晨。我穿着单薄的衣服，戴着一顶大斗笠，把一个旧书包紧抱在胸前，光着脚走在通往学校的泥泞路上。快到学校了，我在一块水田边停下来，蹲在一块石头上，小心翼翼地取出母亲为我一针一线做的崭? It was only a trivial matter in the student age, but let me remember for life. The winter of 1978, a stormy morning. I wore thin clothes, wearing a big hat, holding an old schoolbag tightly to my chest and walking barefoot on the muddy road leading to the school. Arriving at school, I stopped by a paddy field, crouched on a rock, and carefully took out the motto that my mother did for me.