从小到大,走过了十几个冬天,但记忆里2013年那个冬天格外地清晰。那年,爸爸和妈妈在除夕的前三天才回到家,比往年都要晚。和往年一样,爸爸和妈妈脸上写满了疲惫与风霜。背井离乡一年的辛酸,爸爸总是默默地装在心里,从不轻易提起,面对我时总是竭力保持微笑。但爸爸在回家第二天晚上看到我的成绩单之后,发了很大的一次火。 From small to large, walked a dozen winter, but the memory of 2013 that winter is particularly clear. That year, my father and mother came home just three days before New Year’s Eve, later than usual. As in previous years, the face of my father and mother is full of exhaustion and breeze. One year apart from bitterness, my father always silently installed in my heart, never easily mention, always trying to keep a smile on me. But my father made a big fire after seeing my transcript the night after returning home.