父亲在沉默了两年之后,永远地沉默了。他在人生的最后一刻,也像平时那样的快捷和出人意料,以至于在他生病期间,我没有机会为他做上一件事,没有来得及和他说上一句话,甚至没能最后见上他一面……无可挽回的终生遗憾,不断地啮噬着我的心;情不自禁的思绪,像不能平静的海浪不断涌起;无奈的内疚一遍又一遍地责问着自己:我还能为他做点什么?父亲远行后,我更加深刻地体会到,即使作为血脉相承的女儿,我对他的了解也实在是太少、太少。回过头去细细翻检父亲的一生,希望能够搜集到与他有关的一切,哪怕是报章文件中的只言片语。许久许久,他的真正完整的形象,才渐渐在我脑海里清晰地勾画出来。 My father was silent forever after two years of silence. At the last minute of his life, he was as quick and unexpected as usual, so that during his illness I had no chance of doing something for him and did not have time to say a word to him or even finally see him One side ... irreparable lifelong regret, constantly beating my heart; uncontrollable thoughts, such as the waves can not calm constantly rising; helpless guilt over and over again to myself: I can do for him What? My father traveled, I more deeply understand that, even as a daughter of the same blood, I know him too little, too little. Go back and carefully check his father’s life, hoping to collect everything related to him, even if only a few words in the newspaper file. For a long time, his real and complete image gradually came to be clearly delineated in my mind.