那件发黄的军大衣似乎来历不明,领口装饰性的棕色人造毛已经微秃,但有它铺展在那里,整件衣服顿时平添了几许威风。父亲双臂通常并不套入袖子,而是凌空支在腰间,手肘于是把大衣拦腰撑开,像一只老鹰将开未开的双翅。这是上个世纪七十年代初期。那时父亲是福州郊县一个公社革委会副主任,分管文教卫生以及知青工作,算起来全是与人的生命或者说与命运有关联的事情,那件军大衣仿佛是他的一个道具,父亲把它赫然披着,一直在我的记忆里走来走去。 That yellow tunic seems unknown, the neckline decorative brown artificial fur has been slightly bald, but it spread there, the whole piece of clothing suddenly added a bit of prestige. His arms were usually not sleeves, but volley in the waist, the elbows so lifted the coat waist, like an eagle will open the wings. This is the early 1970s. At that time, my father was a deputy director of a commune revolutionary committee in suburban Fuzhou. In charge of culture, education, health and educated youth, it was all related to human life or fate. That army coat seemed to be one of his props, Father impressed it impressively, has been walking in my memory.