当同龄的孩子们都还在纸上歪歪斜斜地学写数字“1、2、3”时,父亲却让我拿着笔,将我的小手握在他宽大的手掌里,写下了“不哭”两字。父亲说:“人生不要轻易流眼泪。”那时,为了生计,父亲在一家砂石厂做活。在那样的年代,那种砂石厂是很简易的,除了几台柴油粉碎机,搬运石块等力气活全靠人工完成。夏天的时候,天气炎热,父亲脱下上衣,光着膀子干活,在那样 When the same age children still crookedly learn to write numbers “1,2,3 ”, my father let me hold a pen, hold my little hand in his large palm and write down “Do not cry” word. My father said: “Do not shed tears of life easily. ” At that time, in order to livelihood, his father worked in a gravel plant. In those days, the gravel plant was very simple, with the exception of several diesel shredders and moving stones to make it all human. When it was hot in summer, my father took off his shirt and worked naked, in that way