父母在,家在;父母不在,家就成了记忆。十五年前,在曾带给父母无尽幸福的我的生日那天,父亲走了。十五年后,当大年三十万家欢乐的鞭炮声响起时,母亲又紧紧地闭上了双眼,再也不会举起温暖的手,拭去儿子此刻雨水般的泪珠。 Parents in, at home; parents are not, the home has become a memory. Fifteen years ago, my father had gone on my birthday, which had brought endless happiness to parents. Fifteen years later, when the joyful firecrackers of the New Year started to sound, Mother closed her eyes tightly and never raised her warm hand again, wiping away her son’s rain-like tears.