父亲八十岁了。八十岁的人该是高寿,父亲却只活了五十八——我们岛上讲的都为虚岁。二十多年过去了,父亲的形象渐渐淡弱起来,可我一直未曾忘记过。谁又会忘记自己的父亲呢?现在,当我回忆父亲时(还有早已过世的母亲),作为儿子,最后悔的莫过于父母活着时对他们所知甚少。好像从未主动去了解父母的生活历程、工作生产状况,更从未深入过他们的心理、思想、情感,以至于不能 His father is eighty years old. Eighty-year-olds should be longevity, but his father only live fifty-eighty-eighty-seven years old. Twenty years later, his father’s image gradually faded, but I have never forgotten. Who, then, will forget his father? Now, when I remember my father (and my long-dead mother), what I regret most as a son is little known to them when they live. Seems to never take the initiative to understand the life course of parents, work and production conditions, but never thoroughly penetrated their psychology, thoughts, feelings, that they can not