自小便不太喜欢父亲,或许是因他长年在外工作吧,对他的性格、外貌总是模模糊糊,有时会在睡梦中蒙胧幻出他的身影,却不清楚是何人,迷惘罢了,也许这就是我不愿亲近他的原因。仍旧忘不了那年冬天,我依旧起床,穿衣,一声敲门声打破了早晨的寂静。母亲欣喜地打开门,半晌,从门口探出一个中年人的头来,头发黑而短,如土地一般黄的皮肤,一双明亮却又彷徨的视线向我瞟来。为何如此熟悉?我曾有多少次在梦中见到这瘦削的背影?还记得我醒来悲伤的神情,还能听见黑夜中那一声 I do not like his father since he was younger, perhaps because he has been working outside for many years. His appearance and appearance are always vague and sometimes his dreams are obscured, but it is unclear who is confused Perhaps this is why I do not want to get close to him. Still can not forget the winter that year, I still get up, dressing, a knock on the door broke the silence of the morning. Her mother delightedly opened the door for a long while before reaching out to a middle-aged man from the doorway, black and short, yellow skin, and a pair of bright, yet obtrusive eyes to me. Why are you so familiar? How many times have I seen this thin figure in my dreams? Remember when I woke up, I could hear the sound of darkness