前面的话:“我现在只相信我自己这一双手!”田莹爸爸说这话时,他一直看着窗外,眼睛里分明闪现着一种叫做坚定的东西。北京已经很久没有下过像今天这样的瓢泼大雨了,风从耳边过,凉意直透透地钻到我心里。听着田莹爸爸平易的叙述,我的心里总是时不时地忽然被触动;好几次想流泪,但都强忍住了。我不知道,这样的故事,在今后的日子中,我是不是还可以有机会贴近…… The preceding words: “I only believe in my own hands!” When Tian Ying’s father said this, he kept looking out of the window, and there was a certain kind of firmness in his eyes. It has been a long time since Beijing has gone under such heavy rain as it is today. The wind has passed from my ear, and the coolness has penetrated my heart straight through. Listening to the plain narrative of Tian Ying’s father, my heart was suddenly touched from time to time; several times I wanted to shed tears, but I could not resist it. I don’t know if this kind of story can be approached in the coming days.