摘要
作者小时候时常目睹父亲把硬币投进泡菜坛子,为他将来上大学攒钱,等到作者大学毕业,有了工作,也成了家后回到父母家里时,却没看见父亲的泡菜坛子,作者不免思绪万千。作者会再次看到父亲的泡菜坛子吗?
The pickle jar as far back as I can remember sat on the floor in my parents'bedroom.When he got ready for bed,Dad would empty his pockets and throw his coins into the jar.As a small boy I was always fascinated by the sounds the coins made as they were dropped into the jar.They landed with a merry jingle when the jar was almost empty.Then,the fuller the jar,the duller the sound.Taking the coins to the bank was always a big job.Each time we drove to the bank,Dad would look at me hopefully,saying,“Those coins are going to keep you out of the small town.”
