走进你心里的代价是一寸华发。当妈妈喋喋不休地说他们的缘分时,我总忍不住想起爸爸。爸爸是出车祸去世的,离开我们已经两年了。在这两年里,身材瘦小的妈妈恨不得生出八只手,拼命干活。当我吞吞吐吐地提出辍学来替她分担一些时,没有想到一向温和的妈妈急了,“你怎么说出这样没出息的话?”然后妈妈哭了,我和妹妹也哭了。 The price to walk into your heart is an inch of Huafa. When my mother chatted about their fate, I couldn’t help but remember my father. Dad died in an accident and has been leaving us for two years. In these two years, the slim mother waited for eight hands and worked hard. When I dropped out of school to share something for her, I didn’t think that my ever-gentle mother was in a hurry, “How did you say this without making any promise?” Then mother cried and my sister and I cried.