周日,天气很好,我们全家去给父亲上坟。父亲是25年前去世的,那年我才9岁,当时,很年轻且很柔弱的母亲仿佛一夜之间变得坚强,而我也同样仿佛是在一夜之间长大的。如今,我的儿子也已经9岁了。25年中,母亲很少谈起父亲,但每年的祭日,都要到墓地来看看。 Sunday, the weather is good, our whole family to his father on the grave. My father died 25 years ago when I was 9 years old. At that time, my very young and very weak mother seemed to be getting stronger overnight, and I also grew up as if I had grown overnight. Today, my son is nine years old. In 25 years, mothers seldom talked about their fathers, but they must go to the cemetery every year to see them.