划过岁月的忧伤,是成长路上的证明。像一道疤痕,伤口愈合了,但印迹依然清晰。凌晨三点,我被儿子痛苦的呻吟声惊醒。走进他的房间,他说,胃疼。我问他,你吃了什么?他朝窗台一指。窗台上,一个纸杯里,装着一些红色胶囊。“哦,是速效伤风胶囊。你吃了多少?”“50粒。还剩下一些,吃不了了,胃疼。”他平静地说。而我听了,震惊无比。他不断呕吐。我问他为 Tracing the sadness of years, is a proof of the road to growth. Like a scar, the wound healed, but the blot was still clear. At three in the morning, I was awakened by the painful groaning of my son. Into his room, he said, stomach pain. I asked him, what did you eat? He pointed toward the ledge. On the windowsill, in a paper cup, with some red capsules. “Oh, is a quick cold capsule. How much do you eat? ” “50. Left to eat, stomach pain.” He said calmly. And I heard, very shocked. He kept vomiting. I asked him for