桌子上摆着一盘苦瓜。那苦瓜好像是特意为我做的,一直放在我面前,使我不得不正视它。“快吃吧,是特意为你做的!”果然不出我所料,母亲凝视着我,将一片苦瓜搛入我的碗中:“吃掉!”这好像是命令。我面露难色,这种味苦的东西,叫我如何咽得下?然而,面对母亲严厉的神色,我到底还是勉强地吃起来,入口奇苦,使我不 There is a bitter gourd on the table. The bitter gourd seems to have done something for me, and has been placed before me so that I have to face it. “Get it, deliberately for you! ” Sure enough, I expected, my mother stared at me, a bitter melon into my bowl: “Eat! ” This seems to be ordered. I face enigma, this bitter thing, how can I swallow? However, in the face of the mother’s harsh look, I still reluctantly eat, the entrance to the odd, so I do not