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父亲去世那年,曾在邻镇的医院呆过半年时间,每个周日,我都会提着母亲煲的鸡汤,走两个小时山路,抄近道赶去医院陪他。那一段山路,人烟稀少,我内心惶恐,疾步如飞。那段时间,我充分体现到一个人走路的滋味。那天,堂妹回家了,我邀请她陪我去,起先她答应了,后来却以作业多为由推脱。没办法,我只得一个人前行。走在大山的深处,只听见阵阵鸟鸣,山里静极了,我也害怕极了,就在这时,背后响起了脚步声,有两
My father died in that year, had spent six months in the neighboring town hospital, every Sunday, I will carry her mother’s chicken soup, take two hours mountain road, take a shortcut and rushed to the hospital to accompany him. That section of the mountain, sparsely populated, my heart panic, swiftly fly. During that time, I fully demonstrated the taste of walking alone. That day, the cousin went home, I invited her to accompany me, at first she promised, and later was to work more grounds to shirk. No way, I had to go alone. Walk in the depths of the mountains, only to hear bursts of birds, the mountains were quiet, I am also very scared, at this time, behind the footsteps sounded, there are two