父亲的酒杯译文

Father’s Wine Cup
In the depth of my memory, the image of my father’s wine cup then was vivid: It was made of coarse and thick porcelain, with a blue hoop around its rim. When my father wasn’t in, it was silently put on the tea tray upside down. We suffered from a hard life at that time, usually gnawing at sweet potatoes and eagerly awaiting the day when the cup would be upturned.
Each time my father came back home, I hurried back after school, my schoolbagpatting my back rhythmically. Seeing this, my mother would smile at me and say, “ Here comes another greedy kid.” My two elder brothers were already home. The food was ready and covered by bowls, and everyone was awaiting my father hopefully. In the twilight, he showed up, and three of us brothers, flying like a flock of birds, vied with each other to take the cup to our father. We reallyenjoyed such scramble.
Seated at the table, my father fished out a paper wrap and gave it to my mother, in which we knew was money. When my mother removed the bowls covering the food, we kids gobbled away with chopsticks moving like shooting stars. Looking at the scene, my father would stroke our heads with a smile, and then lift up his cup, take a mouthful of wine, breathe out the strong smell of it, filling the whole room with warmth. My father’s cup would bring the joy and hope for the whole family. One day, my father asked me what I wanted to do when I grew up. “Dad!” I
blurted out. My parents laugh to tears at my naïve answer.
Time elapses. Now I am married and have a child. My wife will also set a cup on the table for me when I come back home. This will always remind me of the similar scene of the past. And then I can understand the heavy burden on the shoulder when I lift up my wine cup. As a man, I now understand my father’s manner when he took a deep breath, exhaling the smell of wine. The wine cup holds a man’s responsibilities and care, the whole family’s hope and pleasure.
Meanwhile, it isa break for a man in a busy life. After burdensome work, drinking a cup of wine will slowly release fatigue all over, and I will deeply sleep in a merry state, awaiting tomorrow’s sunrise. “Look, Dad’s face is turning red,” my son shouts. His words are more intoxicating than wine. I can say that if a man wants to understand what life is, he has to firstly understand the wind cup placed on the table by the waiting family.。