父亲离开我们已经整整25年了,可在我心里,父亲从未须臾走远。他老人家倾注在我成长历程中那点点滴滴的爱,始终萦绕在我的脑际。上世纪七十年代初,农村的日子还很苦。我家姊妹多,尽管父母辛勤劳作,但还是挣不回基本口粮。到了读书的年龄,我家兄弟姊妹是共用一个大布书包,到了学校再各拿各的书进教室。记得我刚读二年级时,哥哥就升了初中,与我不同校了。不能和哥哥共用一个书包了,我只好用手捧着书本去上学。 My father has left us for 25 years. In my heart, my father never needs to go far. His elderly people devoted to the bit by bit in my growth process of love, always linger in my mind. The early seventies of last century, the days in rural areas is still bitter. There are many sisters in my family, and despite their hardworking parents, they still can not earn back their basic rations. At the age of reading, my brothers and sisters shared a large cloth bag, and then went to school and took each book into the classroom. I remember when I was a sophomore, my brother was promoted junior high school, and I do not have a school. Can not share a school bag with my brother, I had to go to school with my hands holding a book.