父亲过世快10年了。可他老人家的音容笑貌却常常浮现在我的梦里,留存在我的心里。在我小时候,家里很穷,窗户上没窗户纸,炕上没炕席,也没有被褥,只有一块小毡头;说到吃,那是吃了上顿没下顿,无奈,我只好跟着母亲去讨饭。家里只留着长我6岁的姐姐看家,父亲常年给地主扛活做长工,所挣的粮食远远不够全家人的口粮。不得已,在我8岁那年,父亲又让我给屯子里的庄户人家放牛牧驴, My father passed away almost 10 years. However, the sound and smile of his elderly people often emerge in my dream, stay in my heart. When I was young, my family was very poor. There was no window paper on the windows. There was no kang mat on the kang, no blankets, only a small piece of felt felt. When it came to eating, it was a good meal to eat, but I had no choice but to follow my mother Begging Only my long-awaited 6-year-old sister’s house was kept in the house. My father carried long-term work to the landlords and earned far less than the whole family’s rations. Last resort, when I was 8 years old, my father let me give cattle and grazing donkeys in the village households in the village,