小时，我家的端午，总比别人过的晚些，只有到了农历五月十五，母亲才包着粽子，父亲才炒几个好菜，供奉于神龛，借此祭奠着我死去的爷爷。
My family's Dragon Boat Festival is later than others. Only on the 15th day of the fifth lunar month, my mother wrapped zongzi, and my father fried several good dishes, and offered them to the shrine to commemorate my dead grandfather.
世人都说，六月是父亲的节日，而我却从未把它记起，只有当收到年幼的儿子，为我亲手做的礼物，我才想起我的父亲，应该与我一起，度过这个男人的节日。
It is said that June is the father's festival, but I never remember it. Only when I receive the gift made by my young son, can I think of my father, who should spend this man's festival with me.
在农村，父亲从未听说有这个节日，我也从未在父亲节，给父亲送过什么礼物，哪怕一句问候，和一句祝福，明天又是父亲节，正逢农历五月十五，我仿佛又看见父亲，点着香烛，燃着冥币，念着祝语，长跪于神龛前，为他在此日被枪毙，却从未谋面的父亲，磕头祈祷。
In the countryside, my father never heard of this festival. I never gave my father any gift on father's day. Even a greeting and a blessing. Tomorrow is father's day. It's on the 15th day of may in the lunar calendar. I seem to see my father again, lighting candles, burning coins, reading greetings, kneeling in front of the shrine, kowtowing to his father who was shot but never met on this day Pray.
