窗外的雨猛烈地撞击着路面,像铆足了劲儿,那声响比平时要大得多。我右膝的毛病又犯了,酸疼得走不动路。父亲就在隔壁,而我不想叫他,我害怕他的沉默。父亲的沉默是从骨子里散发出来的,令人难以察觉的东西。父亲的头发从很早前就开始泛白了,却依旧留着一头整齐的极具知识分子气质的发型。衣裳简约而利落,就像他沉默的 The rain outside the window violently hit the pavement, like a riveting foot, that sound much larger than usual. My right knee is wrong again, and my soreness can not move. My father is next door, and I do not want to call him, I am afraid of his silence. Father’s silence emanates from the bones and is unreadable. His father’s hair whiten from a long time ago, but still with a tidy, highly intellectual hairstyle. Simple and neat clothes, just as he was silent