父亲是个胖子，走过去自然要费事些。我本来要去的，他不肯，只好让他去。我看见他戴着黑布小帽，穿着黑布大

参考答案: As my father is a stout man, this was naturally not easy for him. But when I volunteered to go instead he would not bear of it. So I watched him in this black cloth cap and jacked and dark blue cotton-padded gown, as he waddled to the tracked and climbed slowly down–not so difficult after all. But when he had crossed the lines he had trouble clambering up the other side. He clutched the platform with both hands and tried to heave his legs up, straining to left. At the sight of Ids burly back, tears started to my eyes, but I wiped the hastily so that neither he nor anyone else might see them. When next I looked out, he was on his way back with some ruddy tangerines. He put these on the platform before climbing slowly down to cross the lines, which he did after picking the fruit up. When he reached my side, I was there to help him up. We board the train together and he plumped the tangerines down on my coat. Then he brushed the dust from his clothes, as if that was a weight off his mind．