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父母和我在一起的时间很少,少到我妈做梦,梦里的我还是5岁的样子。而5岁对我来说又实在太小,小到记忆里只有坐在爸爸的单车上,连他的脸都看不清。我读四年级时,家里建房子,父母在家待了—年。年底有人来收账,他们坐在灶屋里,火光映在脸上。那年家里经济不太好,我第一次听到钱紧的说法。房子建好以后,他们又去了外地。我妈在柜子里留了一点钱,用
Parents and I spend little time, less to my mother dreaming, the dream I was 5 years old. The 5-year-old was too small for me, as small as the memory of my father’s bicycle, and could not even see his face. When I was in fourth grade, I built a house at home and my parents stayed at home for a year. At the end of someone to collect, they sit in the stove house, fire reflected in the face. The economy was not so good at home that year, and for the first time I heard money tight. After the house was built, they went to the field again. My mother left a little money in the closet, with