儿时的画面渐次褪色、泛黄,记不清那是怎样的地点和背景,朦胧中依稀可见一条小路,夕阳那绚烂的身影与爸爸的背影融为一体,在地上刻下一道长而宽的黑影。那高大的影子在我的视线中,逐渐变小,直至消失在路的尽头,我的耳边只剩几声鸟啼……这,就是儿时爸爸所留给我的全部记忆——背井离乡。他去了我不知道的地方拼搏!那时的他,仅留下这样一个无言而厚重的背影。我岁数稍大些,与他同在异乡。不同的是,他工作,我学习。每天清晨,爸爸总会先我几分钟离开家门,迈着沉稳的步伐,哼着熟悉的歌曲,朝阳照射在 Children's pictures gradually fade, yellowing, remember what it is the location and background, dimly visible in the shadow of a path, the sunset that gorgeous figure and father's back into one, engraved on the ground a long and wide black shadow. That tall shadow in my line of sight, gradually smaller until it disappears at the end of the road, my ears only a few birds cry ... This is my childhood memories of my father leave - to leave their homes. He went to work I did not know where! At that time he, leaving only such a silent and thick back. I am a bit older and living in a foreign land with him. The difference is that he works, I learn. Every morning, my dad always first leave my house for a few minutes, walked steady pace, humming a familiar song, sun exposure