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父亲一直教育我们做人要光明磊落，不要在别人背后指指点点。上中学时，我和另一个同学竞争班长的职务。为了拉拢同学给我投票，我把一些同学请到家里，并说了竞争对手许多坏话。父亲听到后，说道：“你用食指对着别人背后指指点点时，是否注意到你其他的三个手指正指着自己，并以三倍力量还击你？ ” 父亲喝茶有个习惯，总是先把茶放到阳光下，让阳光慢慢渗入。他不懂茶道，但这道程序他却从不省略。父亲上班前经常叮嘱母亲的话就是：“把我的茶叶放到阳光下晒晒。”晚上， 父亲就会泡着那些被阳光晒过的茶，读书写作。对这个特别嗜好，父亲解释说：“喝了被阳光晒过的茶，感觉心里就有了阳光的味道。” 下雪时，我网住了一只鸟，把它握在手中，如获至宝。父亲看到了，跟我打赌说他会让这黑鸟变成彩鸟。我不信，就松开了双手。我看到，那只鸟在天空自由飞翔时，因镶上了阳光的色彩而变得五彩斑斓。父亲说：“再美丽的鸟，被我们握在手里失去自由时，都是黑色的。" 小时候，有一次给家里买东西，店家在找零钱时多找了一角钱。当时，—角钱对—个孩子的诱惑很大，它可以换来一大堆花花绿绿的糖果。店家找回来的一角钱是个分的硬币， 我不想把这个“意外之财”交给父亲，就把它们藏到了自己的鞋垫里。柔软的鞋垫里突然有这几个硬币在里面，很不舒服。时间久了，脚被硌破了，走起路来一瘸一拐。父亲知道后， 并没有训斥我，只是帮我取出那几个硬币，送还给了店家。父亲对我说：“不要为了几枚硬币而硌坏了自己的脚.那样自己走出的路会歪歪扭扭的。” 父亲早出晚归，每个黄昏，我看到的都是他一瘸一拐沉重而疲惫的身影，但他看到我时， 总会绽放一脸灿烂的笑。父亲就是这样，无论生活如何困难，他总能找到自己快乐的逻辑： 穷人吃豆腐和富人吃海鲜一样香，穷人穿棉袄和富人穿貂皮一样暖和，富人花大钱，穷人花小钱，都是一样活着。 父亲一边擦拭着脸上的汗水，一边摩挲着我们的头，说: 让我们总是待在冬天！ ” My Father’s Maxim’ My father always teaches us to be frank and openhearted, not to gossip about others behind their backs. When I was in the middle school, I once competed with another classmate for the monitor. To draw my classmates over to my side, I invited some classmates of mine to my home and gossiped a lot about my rival. Having heard what I said, my father said, “When you point at others，back with your forefinger and speak ill of them, have you ever noticed that your other three fingers are pointing at yourself and fighting back at you with treble power?” My father has a habit of drinking tea. He always puts the tea in the sun first, letting the sunshine filtering it slowly. He doesn’t know much about the tea ceremony but always does in this way. Before going to work, my father always urges mother, “Put my tea in the sunshine and bask it.” In the evening, my father would drink the tea basked in the sun, reading or writing. As for this special habit, my father explains, “When drinking the tea basked in the sunshine, I can feel a taste of sunshine deep in my heart.” Once it snowed, I netted a bird. Grasping it in my hand, I felt as if I had found some treasure. My father saw it and bet that he could turn this black bird into a colorful one. I didn’t believe what he said and then let go my hands. I saw that the bird was gorgeously edged the color of the sunshine when it was flying in the sky freely. My father said that no matter how beautiful a bird was, it would turn black when it was held in our hands and lost freedom. In my childhood, when I was once asked to buy something for the family, the shopkeeper gave me ten cents more than he should give. At that time, ten cents was attractive enough for a child, with which I could buy a mountain of colorful candies. The ten cents given by the shopkeeper were five two-cent coins and I would rather keep “the unexpected fortune” than give it to my father. So I hid them under my shoe-pad. With such coins under the shoe-pad all of a sudden, I felt so uncomfortable. As time went by, my foot was worn and began to hobble. After having learnt the fact, my father just picked out the coins and returned them to the shopkeeper. Instead of scolding me, he said, “Don’t make your foot worn for a few coins and that will twist your path.” My father always goes out early in the morning and comes back late at night. At dusk every day, what I see is his limping, heavy and exhausted figure but he always wears a brilliant smile on his face when he sees me. No matter how hard the life is, my father can always find his logic for happiness: the bean curd eaten by the poor is just as delicious as the seafood eaten by the rich; the cotton- padded jacket worn by the poor is just as warm as the fur coat worn by the rich; and the rich spend much while the poor use a little money. All can live just as they are. My father wipes the sweat on his face and caresses our heads gently as he says, “Take it easy, my children. God won’t make us stay in winter all the time!” Maxim 格言；座右铭 rival 竞争者；对手 treble 三倍的 filter 渗入；透过 gorgeously 灿烂地，绚丽地 a mountain of 一大堆 hobble 蹒跚；跛行 twist 扭曲 bean curd 豆腐 cotton-padded 填棉絮的 caress 爱抚，抚摸 |
