门框上的铅笔印

类别：成长

门框上的铅笔划痕记录了我的成长，也承载着父亲深沉而长久的爱。

时长 60 秒 · 语速 140 wpm

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In our old apartment, 在我们以前住的老房子里，

there is a door frame covered in pencil marks. 有个门框上划满了铅笔印。

Every birthday, my father stood me against it. 每年过生日，我爸都会让我靠着它站好。

"Stand straight. “站直了。

Heels on the floor. 脚后跟贴地。

No cheating." 别耍赖啊。”

He put a book flat on my head, drew a short line, 他拿本书平放在我头顶，画一道短短的线，

and wrote the date beside it in his small, careful handwriting. 再用他那工整小巧的字迹，在旁边写上日期。

Some years I grew a lot, 有的年份我蹿得特别快，

and the gap between the lines is wide. 两条线之间的距离就很宽。

One year, I hardly grew at all. 有一年，我几乎一点儿都没长。

I remember being angry about that. 我还记得当时自己有多生气。

The lines climb up the wood like a ladder. 那些线条像梯子一样顺着木框往上爬。

Six years old. 六岁。

Nine. 九岁。

Twelve. 十二岁。

The last one says sixteen. 最后一道写着十六岁。

After that, I suppose I thought I was too old for it. 后来，大概是我觉得自己已经长大了，不再适合玩这个，

Or too busy. 又或者是太忙了吧。

My parents have painted that apartment twice since then. 从那之后，我爸妈把那套房子重新粉刷了两次。

Every wall, every door. 每一面墙，每一扇门都刷了。

Except that one frame. 唯独留下了那个门框。

The painter asked. 粉刷工当时还问了一句。

My father said, "No. 我爸说：“不用，

Leave that one." 就留着那个吧。”