When I was in high school, dad retired and set up a food stand on the street near my school. Dad was very good at making fried noodles, and a lot of people liked his noodles. Every day when I finished school, my classmates and I would pass his food stand. But I really hated talking to dad in front of his food stand, because I did not want my classmates to know that my dad was selling noodles on the street!
等到我上高中的时分老爸退休了，在离我学校不远的街边摆起了面摊儿。老爸很擅长做炒面，当时很多人都很喜欢他做的面。每天放学回家，我和我的同学们都要路过爸的面摊。但那时分我真得很讨厌站在他摊前和他说话，因为我真实不想让我的同学明白我有一个在大街上摆摊的老爸。
One night, I couldn't stand it any more and shouted, "Dad, could you stop selling your stupid noodles? I don't need a father who sells noodles on the street!" At that moment, dad was shocked. He tried to say something but didn't. When he turned his head away, something happened that I had never seen and would never forget for the rest of my life. His eyes were filled with tears and sadness. It was the first time that I saw dad crying. My mom later told me that dad was selling noodles to save money for my college education. I was such an idiot, and even today I still feel guilty for that night.
一天晚上我再也忍不住了，朝老爸吼道，你能不能不再去卖面条?我不需要一个只会在大街上卖面条的父亲!在那一刻爸惊呆了，他想要说些什么，但最终没有说。当他扭过头的时分，我发现他的眼里含着泪水和哀伤。我从未见过老爸这个样子。妈后来告诉我，老爸摆摊卖面条是在为我上大学攒学费。我太蠢了!即使今天，我仍旧为那天晚上的所作所为而感到内疚。
Time really flies. I finished college and then left my home city. For the past ten years, whenever I've visited home, dad was always there meeting me and seeing me off quietly at the railway station. Whenever he saw me off, he never tried to hug me or touch me, although I always expected a father's hug . When I was away from home, dad never wrote or called me, but he always pushed my mom to call me. Whenever mom was calling me, dad would sit beside her with a list of questions. He would instruct mom to talk to me for him. That's the way dad is, and that's how dad shows his love to me.
