有一段时间,家里很穷,父亲每日在工地上干着最重最累的活,而我就在空荡荡的房子里,整日陪着躺在床上不停咳嗽的母亲。当从不远的钟楼传来沉闷的钟声时,我就从一只半旧的温水瓶里倒一碗药,递到母亲的嘴边。这只温水瓶是家里惟一值钱的东西了,也是当初父亲送给母亲的聘礼中剩下的惟一一样东西,父亲对它很珍爱。每次我捧着它时,总是很小心,但事情往往这样,越是小心,就越容易出错。终于有一天,我感到紧握着温水瓶的手一滑,接 For a while, my family was very poor. My father did the heaviest and heaviest work on site every day, and I was in an empty house full of mothers who kept coughing in bed all day long. When a dull bells came from the clock tower in the not far, I poured a bowl of medicine from a half-aged warm water bottle and handed it to my mother’s mouth. The only warm water bottle is the only valuable thing at home, but also when the father gave his mother the only remaining thing in the dowry, my father is very fond of it. Every time I hold it, I am always very careful, but things are often the case. The more careful I am, the more error-prone I am. Finally, one day, I felt my hand holding the thermos bottle slippery