夏天的夜晚,我和父亲并肩走过河滩。这里的夜市大排档星罗棋布,人们穿着短裤背心在此纳凉,将溢出泡沫的啤酒杯高高举起。父亲说,要不,咱俩也喝一盅?我愣住,转头看父亲,才发觉他的鬓角已发白。我第一次偷偷喝酒,是在7岁那年。同桌一脸神秘地拧开泛着酒香的保温杯,我便即刻意识到,这杯黄色液体,就是大人们经常喝到手舞足蹈的酒。在同桌的怂恿下,怀着好奇与畏惧的心理,我做贼一样,饮下了人生第一杯酒。回家后,父亲闻到酒味,拿着鸡毛掸子追得我满街跑。现在我手背上清晰可见的疤痕,就是那时跑得太急跌倒摔伤时留下的。 Summer night, my father and I walked across the riverbank. The night market stalls dotted, people wearing shorts in the cool vest, the overflowing foam beer mug lifted. My father said, or else, we both drink a cup? I stunned, turned to look at his father, only to find that his temple has been blunt. The first time I sneaked in alcohol was at the age of seven. The same table face mysteriously unscrew the mug filled with wine, I immediately realized that this cup of yellow liquid, that is, adults often drank wine dancing. At the same table at the instigation of curiosity and fear with the psychological, I like a thief, drink the first glass of life. After returning home, my father smelled of alcoholic drinks and chased me through the streets with a feather duster. Now I clearly visible on the back of the scars, that is, when running too sharp falls left.