下午是一节语文课,我要求学生以“真情”为话题写一篇散文。很多学生写了自己的父亲。这些学生,也不过刚刚十五六岁吧,还没有越过对父亲崇拜的藩篱。他们都还天真,误以为自己的父亲是巨人,无所不能的。因为幼稚,他们忽视了父亲脆弱和卑微的一面。我有种莫名的沉重感,在内心深处 Afternoon is a language class. I ask students to write an essay with the topic of “truth”. Many students wrote their own father. These students, but just fifteen or sixteen years old, have not crossed the barriers to their father’s worship. They are all naive and mistakenly believe that their father is giant and omnipotent. Because of their naivety, they ignored the fragile and humble side of their father. I have a kind of inexplicable feeling of heavy heart, deep down