家,是精神的寄托。家当,让一个家有了物质的依附,也让一个家有了人间烟火的味道。27年前的夏天,在轰隆隆的雷声里,我的大学梦圆了。山梁上的黄土里只产玉米高粱,不产黄金珠宝。家里的喜悦,就如那场暴雨,转瞬散去。我发现,我爸的脸就像藤上挂着的苦瓜。我妈看不惯我爸的苦瓜脸,大声说:“就是砸锅卖铁,也要让娃娃读书!”那天,妈在呛人的炊烟里咳嗽,爸用锅铲 Home, is the spirit of sustenance. Widow, so that a home has material dependence, but also to let a home has a taste of human fireworks. 27 years ago in the summer, thunder in the thunder, my college dreams. Only produce corn and sorghum in the loess hill, do not produce gold and jewelry. The joy of the home, just as the torrential rain, suddenly dispersed. I found that my dad’s face is like a bitter gourd hanging on a vine. My mom could not understand my dad bitter melon face, loudly said: is that day, mom cough in choking smoke, dad with a spatula