这整整隐忍了十年,欲写一文怀念父母亲之心愿终日撕裂着我的心。多少年面对着他们的遗像、遗物,翻阅着封封予我的信笺,回味着句句肺腑之言,每一个细微之处,酸泪俱至。人在世,会有明天、有下次,有弥补,有悔改机会。父亲下世了,留给我的只是痛心、嗟叹。多少次我提笔想写点东西又不得不搁笔,墨迹被泪水模糊,眼前闪现着他们在病榻上呻吟的样子……一种深深的负罪感。 This forbidden ten years, want to write a text miss the hearts of parents all day tear my heart. How many years to face their relics, relics, read the seal to me on the letterhead, memorable words every detail, every detail, sour tears. When people are alive, there will be tomorrow, the next, there is a make up, there is a chance of repentance. My father passed away, leaving me only sad, sigh. How many times did I ask for a pen to write something and had to give up, the ink was blurry with tears, and the moment they groaned on the couch ... a deep sense of guilt.