我的父母并不是知识分子,他们只是普普通通的体力劳动者,没有才高八斗的学问,可于我而言,他们却是一本厚重的书,需要我慢慢去读……寒冷的深冬里,父母总是很早就起床,那时候天还是黑的。他们要在上午十点钟以前把餐馆所需的食材准备齐全。母亲随便梳洗一下,便背起背篓,迎着扑面而来的寒风独自去菜市场。那里人来人往,也有很多像父母一样为了生计而四处奔波,在一个陌生的城市日夜劳动的人。 My parents are not intellectuals. They are ordinary manual laborers. They have no learned skills. But for me, they are a heavy book and need me to slowly read ... Cold In the depths of winter, parents always get up very early, when the day is still dark. They need to have all the ingredients they need for their restaurant before 10 o’clock in the morning. Groom casual wash, they carry the basket back, facing the breeze blows to the vegetable market alone. There are people coming and going, there are many like parents like to run around for work, day and night working in a strange city people.