父亲是家中的“天”。有“天”在,则阖家清风朗月,四海靖宁。每每望着“天”的背影,我都会生出一丝感动和敬畏——不仅因为他是我的父亲,也是因为那些定格在记忆中的姿势——那是父爱的姿势。父亲是一位老兵。从枪林弹雨中闯过来的人连死都不怕,还能怕什么?他怕,他怕作为他儿子的我有个闪失。读小学二年级的时候,一天下午,天黑得像锅底,闷雷串串,顷刻间硕大的雨点凭空砸下。放学了,我望着天地间无头无尾的雨不知所措。这时,父亲的身影出现在教室门 Father is the “day” in the family. Have “days ” in, the whole family breeze Langyue, universal Jingning. Whenever I look back at the sky, I feel a sense of movement and awe - not only because I am my father, but also because of those gestures that are fixed in memory - that is, the father’s gesture. Father is a veteran. People who break through the hail of bullets do not even die afraid, what are you afraid of? He is afraid he is a son of me who has a mistake. When I was in second grade, one day afternoon, it looked dark as the bottom of the pot. After school, I looked at the head and tail of rain between the world at a loss. At this time, his father’s figure appeared in the classroom door