十年后的我:当你读到这封信时,希望不要嘲笑我的稚嫩与无知。在这个静静的夜里,我只想把你当作一个亲密的倾诉对象,谈谈我们熟悉的人、熟悉的事。写这封信的时候,隔壁卧室传来了父亲的咳嗽声。读到这里你也会想起父母吧?现在的你会经常回家看看他们吗?还会跟父亲热火朝天地下一盘国际象棋吗?还会陪着母亲一边看连续剧一边聊家常吗?你一定还记得17岁时的那天,父亲边吃饭边看手机视频, Ten years later: When you read this letter, I hope not to laugh at my innocence and ignorance. In this quiet night, I just want to treat you as a close object of conversation, to talk about the people we are familiar with, familiar things. When I wrote this letter, my father’s cough came from the bedroom next door. Do you think parents will be remembered here? Are you going to see them often from home? Will you chat with my father in the next game of chess? Will you chat with my mother while watching the drama? Remember the day when 17 years old, my father watched the phone while eating video,