8月30日,也许是个值得纪念的日子。冒着迷迷濛濛的秋雨,我和妻子送儿子到离家有30公里的浙江省严州中学初中部报到。30年前的这一天,我也是在父母的陪同下,怀揣入学通知书到这所省立重点中学报到的。儿子才12岁,个头倒是不矮,快赶上妻子了。我们替他买好饭菜票,挂好蚊帐,叮嘱一番,就与他告别。略带凉意的秋雨还在浙浙沥沥地下个不停。儿子向我招招手,又飞快地附到妻子耳旁说了句什么,妻子的表情有些凄然。当我们撑伞走出校门冲进雨幕里,妻子告诉我儿子刚才说 August 30, may be a memorable day. Braving the misty autumn, my wife and I send my son to report to the junior high school in Yanzhou Middle School, 30 kilometers away from home. On the day 30 years ago, I, accompanied by my parents, also carried a notice of admission to the provincial key middle school. His son was 12 years old, his head is not short, quickly catch up with his wife. We bought him a meal ticket, hang a good nets, told some to say goodbye to him. A slight cool autumn still Zhejiang-Zhejiang lek-base underground non-stop. Son beckoned to me, but also quickly attached to his wife’s ear and said something, his wife’s face a bit sad. When we umbrella out of the school gate into the rain, his wife told me son said earlier