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迈人病房的那一刹那,我才真正意识到,遗憾总是贯穿在人的一生当中,我们每个人都无法逃脱。窗外的阳光温柔地抚摸着二叔那瘦黄的脸庞,病床上的二叔睡了。我握住二叔那满是针眼的手,趴在他的耳边,轻声唤道:“叔啊,我回来了。”二叔没有应我,一脸安详。一滴泪珠滑过我的脸庞,落在二叔的枕边,绽成了花儿。二叔一生无儿无女,自然对我万般疼爱。只是这份疼爱太沉重,怕我倾尽一生也难以报答。
The moment I walked into the ward, I really realized that regret always runs through people’s lives, and none of us can escape. The sun outside the window gently stroked the uncle that yellow face, the bed of the second uncle slept. I hold that uncle is full of needle-eye hand, lying in his ear, whispered: “Uncle, I am back.” Uncle did not respond to me, look of peace. Teardrop glide over my face, fell on the pillow of the second uncle, blooming flowers. Uncle two children without children, natural love for me. Only this love is too heavy, afraid of my life is hard to repay.