那年,我十五岁。离家的前夜,母亲对我说:“到了城里,一定要找到你父亲干活的工地,看看他能帮你找到啥事儿。”我说:“妈,这个暑假我会好好干活儿,挣些钱交学费的。”母亲用布满血丝的眼睛看了看我,笑笑说:“我儿有志气。” That year, I was fifteen years old. On the eve of leaving home, my mother said to me, “When you get to town, be sure to find the site where your father worked and see if he can help you find something.” I said, “Mom, I will work well this summer And make some money to pay tuition. ”The mother looked at me with bloodshot eyes and smiled and said,“ My son is ambitious. ”