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人生就像一列火车,沿着岁月的轨迹一往无前。记忆就像轨道旁的小站,让疲惫的我们总是要停下来,静静地欣赏一下沿途的美景,默默的怀念一下过往人生里那些人和事,久久无言,悄然叹息。或许,这就是生活的味道吧。2014年国庆,我带着两个月大的女儿回了娘家。看着父母抱着外孙女的亲热劲儿,心里很是愧疚,这幅共享天伦的画面本应早该出现的。村里同龄人的孩子早已经满地乱跑,有的甚至已经上小学了,而我,
Life is like a train, moving along the track of time. Memory is like a small station near the track, so tired we always have to stop, quietly enjoy the beautiful scenery along the way, silently miss those people and things in the past life, a long time silent, quietly sigh. Perhaps this is the taste of life right. On the 2014 National Day, I took my two-month-old daughter back to her parents’ home. Looked at the parents holding the grandson’s intimacy, my heart is very guilty, this share of family pictures should have long been there. The children of the same age in the village have already run around in full swing, and some of them even go to primary school, and I,