有天我心血来潮,问父亲,我们家的家风是什么。父亲想了想说,我们这种普通人家哪来什么家风?是的,我出生在一个普通家庭,我的父亲是一位普通的机械工人。他每天在隆隆的机器声中工作,粗糙的手上常常留有难以洗掉的油渍。小时候,我们等他回家做晚饭,他却常常要加班。临下班时,有机器出故障,他总是二话不说,就留下来加班,等机器正常运转后才回家。母亲常 One day I whim, ask my father, what is the home of our family. My father wanted to say, what kind of family style we ordinary people come from? Yes, I was born in an ordinary family and my father is an ordinary mechanic. He works in the roar of machines every day, often with hard-to-wash stains on rough hands. When we were young, we waited for him to go home for dinner, but he often worked overtime. When I get off work, if there is something wrong with the machine, he will always stay apart from work overtime and wait for the machine to go home after normal operation. Mother often