小时候,常随父亲一起去看落日。和父亲看落日是在一个小小的水塘边。即将落山的太阳光把我们父女的身影拉得很长很长,就像院子里父亲亲手种下的两株一高一矮的白杨。也许由于我那时候还太小,实在看不出那即将落下去的太阳里蕴藏着什么奥秘。惟一能够引起我兴趣的倒是父亲的故事 When I was a child, I often went to see the sunset with my father. And my father saw the setting sun at a small pond. The soon-to-be-set sun has pulled our father and daughter’s figure long and long, just like the two tall, short white poplars planted by my father in the yard. Perhaps because I was too young at the time, I couldn’t see what mystery was in the sun that was about to fall. The only thing that caught my interest was his father’s story.