小时候家里穷,父母天不亮就上山劳动,直到半夜才能回来。印象深刻的是父亲每天晚上回来,倚在土炕边,用废纸卷起一根烟,叹一口气说:“幸亏老天爷留下了睡觉,不然人会累死的。”语气里充满了对生活的辛酸和无奈,但也不无庆幸在里边。 When I was a child, I was poor at home. When my parents were off, I went to work in the mountains and did not come back until midnight. It is impressive that my father came back every night, leaning against the edge of Tikang, curling up a cigarette with waste paper and sighed: “Fortunately, God has left a bed, or people will be exhausted.” The bitterness and frustration of life, but not without merit.