2010年的国庆节,妈妈带着我坐客船回平潭姥姥家。那一天,我被那一份真情深深地打动了。船上乘客很多,有说有笑,热闹极了。其中有一位七十多岁的老华侨正站在甲板上,倚着栏杆,眺望着大江两岸,好像陶醉在这美丽的景色中。过了许久,不知是兴奋还是激动,他眼里充满了泪水。他急忙往口袋里掏手帕,一不小心,不知把什么东西带了出来, 2010 National Day, my mother took me back to Pingtan passenger boat grandmother home. That day, I was deeply touched by that truth. Many passengers on board, talking and laughing, very lively. Among them, a 70-year-old old overseas Chinese is standing on the deck, leaning against the railing and looking out across the river as if intoxicated by this beautiful scenery. After a long time, I do not know is excited or excited, his eyes full of tears. He hurriedly pocket his handkerchief, accidentally, I do not know what to bring out,