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十年前,初搬到这个城市,机关给我安了部电话,其时儿女尚在幼年,电话与他俩无缘。唯一的兴致,不过是有时悄悄地溜进我的书房里,拔拔117,听那“下面一响是某点某分某秒”的声儿。墙上有挂钟,桌上有座钟,一眼就可看个明白的,问为何不惮其烦, 舍近求远,回答是:“报时台的准呀。”能让他们玩玩,也如同给他们带来别的福祉一样, 我心里是很熨帖的。
Ten years ago, when I moved to this city in the early days, the authorities gave me a telephone call. When my children were still young, my phone was not shared with them. The only interest, but sometimes quietly slipped into my study, pulling 117, listening to the “the next ring is a certain point for a minute,” the sound. There is a wall clock on the wall and a clock on the table. You can see it clearly at a glance. Ask why you are not bothered by it. You are looking for a way out. The answer is: “The time is right for you to tell the time.” Let them play, and it is like giving them something else. Like my well-being, my heart is ironed.