我第一次离开家,是20年前的那个夏天。肩上的背包沉甸甸的,里面装载着母亲的叮咛、父亲的厚望,还有自己对未来的一片茫然。父亲并不说话,埋头骑着自行车,坐在后座上的我也一时无语。高考成绩不理想,收到的录取通知书:中专,心情暗淡极了,仿佛听到了梦想破碎的声音。走一个是一个吧,母亲这样说。那时哥哥刚从师范毕业,弟弟也读到高二,也许我读个中专正好可以减轻家里的负担。父亲沉重地点了下头,像无奈又不甘地关 The first time I left home, that summer 20 years ago. Rucksack heavy shoulders, which loaded with the mother’s caution, his father’s high hopes, as well as their own future of a loss. My father did not speak, buried riding a bicycle, sitting in the back seat I also speechless. College entrance examination results are unsatisfactory, received admission notice: secondary school, the mood bleak, as if I heard the voice of broken dreams. One to go is one, my mother said so. At that time my brother just graduated from normal school, my brother also read high school, maybe I read a secondary just to reduce the burden on the home. Father nodded heavily, like helpless and unwilling to pass