父亲记得有句谚语说,父亲和儿子的感情是截然不同的:父亲爱的是儿子本人,儿子爱的则是对父亲的回忆。这话仿佛是说给我的。父亲的一生,大多在乡下度过。父亲似乎天生与酒有一种不解之缘。从我记事那天起,就记得每天晚饭后,父亲面前的小桌上总是放着一个酒盅和十几粒花生豆,有时还有一碟小咸菜。酒盅是黄铜做的,据说已祖传了三代,因此每次父亲拿出这只 My father remembers the saying that the feelings of father and son are quite different: father loves son, son loves father’s memory. These words seem to be for me. Father’s life, mostly spent in the country. My father seems to be born with a kind of indissoluble bond. From the day I remember, I remember every day after dinner, the table in front of his father always stood a wine cup and a dozen peanuts, and sometimes a small dish of pickles. The wine cup is made of brass, which is said to have been passed on for three generations, so every time my father took it out