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我常常想起已经逝去的他,在异乡的街头,或者孤独的夜晚。就像想念一个离去的亲人或者朋友。我叫他爷爷,尽管我与他没有丝毫的血缘关系。于我,他只是一个在县城行医的同乡,有一份村人艳羡的工作,又因女儿们纷纷出嫁,而乐善好施到总是资助村中优秀学子的好人。像村中其他人那样,因为他有钱且良善,我父母卑微地讨好着他,希望从他那里得到一些恩惠。那时我成绩优秀,是村里的大学生苗子,于是他便常常过来与我聊天。我喜欢听他讲一
I often think of him who has passed away, in the streets of a foreign land, or lonely night. Just like missing a loved one or friend. I call his grandpa, although I have no blood relationship with him. As for me, he is only a fellow countryman practicing medicine in the county town. He has a work envied by the villagers and his daughters are all married. However, he is always charmed with good people in the village. Like other people in the village, my parents humbly humbled him because he was rich and good, hoping to get some kindness from him. At that time, I got good grades and was a college seedling in the village, so he often came and chatted with me. I like listening to him