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这是一棵普通的榆树,却长在了我的心里。时间回溯到1975年,那是我父亲遭遇矿难离世的第九个年头,我和母亲千里迢迢从老家赶到矿上。由于父亲去世时我尚年幼,没有印象。而母亲当时受的打击太大,恍恍惚惚已无从确认,只好求助老乡,费尽周折才找到父亲的坟。父亲单位的人在父亲的坟前立了一块木制的墓碑,可是很快就不见了。我和母亲要离开矿上,在给父亲上坟时,母亲瞅着父亲坟边的小榆树说:“记住这棵榆树,旁边就是你爹的坟!”
This is an ordinary elm, but grow in my heart. Back in 1975, it was the ninth year my father was killed in a mine disaster and my mother and I rushed to the mine from home. Since I was young when my father died, there is no impression. The mother was hit too much at the time, trance has no way to confirm, had to resort to fellow, struggling to find his father’s grave. Father’s unit set up a wooden tombstone in front of his father’s grave, but soon disappeared. My mother and I were about to leave the mine. While graving his father, my mother looked at the little elm at the grave of her father. “Remember this elm, next to your father’s grave!”