在我很小的时候,父亲就像冰箱里的那盏灯一样。家家户户都有那盏灯,可没有人真正知道,冰箱的门关后,里面会怎样。父亲每天早晨出门,晚上他回来见到每个人时,总是很高兴的样子。他总能打开别人都打不开的泡菜瓶。他还敢独自一个人去地下室,而其他人是做不到的。他剃胡须时刮破了脸,却从没人吻他表示安慰 When I was very young, my father was like the lamp in the fridge. Every household has that lamp, no one really knows, what will happen inside the refrigerator door. My father went out every morning and was always happy when he came back to see everyone. He can always open kimchi bottles that others can not open. He dared to go alone to the basement, while others could not do it. He scratched his face while shaving his beard, but nobody ever kissed him for comfort