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深夜,似睡似醒,耳畔得得有声,仿佛是一支手杖点地,由远而近……父亲,是你来了么?骤然醒来,万籁俱寂,什么声音也听不见。记忆中,父亲的一双手老是在我的面前挥动……我想起人生路上的三次远足,都是父亲去送我的。他站在路上,远远地向我挥动着手,伫立在路边的人影由大而小,一直到我看不见……第一次送别是我小学毕业,我考上了一所郊区的住宿中学,那是60年代初。那天去学
Late at night, like sleeping awake, ear sound worthy, as if a cane point, from far and near ... ... Father, are you coming? Suddenly wake up, all silence, what the sound can not hear. In my memory, my father’s hands always waved in front of me ... I remembered three excursions on my life, all of which my father sent me. He stood on the road, far waving to me, Standing on the side of the road from small to large, until I can not see ...... The first farewell is my primary school, I was admitted to a suburban residential middle school That was the early 60s. Go to school that day