那一晚犹在眼前,那时我十二岁。为了在除夕前到达老家,妈妈爸爸带着我和妹妹一路上紧赶慢赶,可到底没赶上最后一班长途客车,爸爸只好领着我们来到一家旅社。打着哈欠的服务员告诉我们,住一晚需要十四块钱,爸爸羞愧地摸着钱包,妈妈则犹豫不决地看着我和妹妹。我似乎领会到了什么,拿出我小小男子汉的勇气说:“妈,我们不住店。” That night is still in sight, when I was twelve years old. In order to reach home before New Year's Eve, my mom and dad took me and my sister all the way to catch up, but in the end did not catch the last bus, my father had led us to a hotel. Yawning waiter told us that a night spent 14 dollars, my father felt ashamed to touch the wallet, the mother hesitantly looked at me and my sister. I seem to understand what came up with the courage of my little man said: “Mom, we do not live in.”