一直很想写写父亲,又总是觉得难免俗套而未能落笔。父亲看上去有一种与年龄不相称的苍老。他平凡朴实,其貌不扬,满头的霜雪,一脸的沟坎,一年四季穿来穿去总是那几件灰头土脸的衣服。我的同学不止一次问我,那个来接你的人是你爷爷吗?刚开始我总是解释,那是我父亲,他头发白了,才显老。后来次数多了,我开始埋 Always wanted to write his father, but always feel that the stereotypes and failed to stop writing. My father seems to have a age that is not commensurate with the old. He is plain and plain, looks silly, covered with frost and snow, a look of ditch, worn throughout the year is always a few pieces of disgraced clothes. My classmate has asked me more than once that the person who came to pick you up is your grandpa. From the very beginning I always explained that it was my father who had white hair before he became old. Later more times, I began to bury