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乡亲们只喜欢用农历丈量日子,还喜欢赋予那些深深浅浅的日子以哲理味,而对阳历却一贯麻木不仁。三月三,已是冬之末春之初,万物复苏欣欣向荣。然而,我一想起那个日子就会情不自禁的心痛,以至于泪光潸然。那天,是父亲的忌日。20世纪80年代中期,父亲终于撂下潦潦草草的生活担子,以80个春秋的长度为自己卑微的生命画了一个圆。父亲生于清代末年,一生潦倒穷困、颠沛流离,在民不聊生的坎坎坷
Folks only like to use the lunar calendar to measure the day, but also like to give those profound and shallow days with philosophical taste, but they have always been insensitive to the solar calendar. March 3, is the end of winter spring, everything is thriving. However, when I think of that day I can not help but sad, so much as tears. That day, is the father’s taboo. In the mid-1980s, his father finally laid off the scrawls of life’s burden and painted a circle for his humble life in the length of 80 years. Father was born in the late Qing dynasty, his life impoverished, displaced, in the people’s life difficult