10岁那年,我放学回家,还没到家门口,便听到有哭声传来。我小跑进了院子,先看见屋门口围了许多邻居,我用手吃力地拨开人群挤了进去。顿时,我呆住了,外出挖煤的父亲躺在床上,脸色煞白。母亲坐在床沿痛哭不止,任凭别人怎样相劝都无济于事,哥哥和姐姐也围在床边掉着眼泪。怎么了?父亲怎么了?家人怎么了?我不安地望着他们。父亲残废了。许多人都这样说,残废了就是不能再干活了。确实,父亲少了一条腿,是在地下挖煤砸掉的。父亲残废了,家中的顶梁柱倒了。从此家里便没了欢声笑语。取而代之的是父亲望着我们发出的一声声的叹息和一张张愁眉紧锁的苦脸。 At the age of 10, I came home from school and heard a cry before I got home. I jumped into the yard, first saw many neighbors around the house door, I struggled to handpick the crowded crowd into it. Suddenly, I dumbfounded, go out to dig his father in bed, his face pale. Mother sitting in the bed crying more, despite how others advise are of no avail, brother and sister also surrounded by the bed and tears. What happened? What happened to my father? What happened to my family? I looked at them uneasily. Father disabled. Many people say that when they are disabled, they can no longer work. Indeed, his father lost one leg, digging coal in the ground to smash it. My father was crippled, and the roof pillar fell down. Since then, no laughter at home. Instead, his father looked at the sigh we made and a grimace of frowning.