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八年前的这个时候,父亲永远地离开了我们。那年,他才三十九岁。 那个夜晚,满天的星星,很美。然而弥留之际的他身边却没有一个亲人,因为病发作得太突然了。同室的病友后来告诉我们,他一遍遍地唤着我和母亲的名字,泪流满面。每每想到这些,我都不禁潸然泪下。在我的记忆中,他从来就没掉过眼泪。 父亲个子并不高,但显得很魁梧,厚实的肩头,是我常常熟睡的地方。他走起路来,步子很大,但稳健,幼时的我曾经最讨厌和他一起上街,因为我即使小跑也跟不上他。父亲严厉,常骂我“朽木不可雕也”,但却并不刻板,高兴时总爱用胡子扎得我脸上辣辣的疼。他似乎什么都会,以至我小小的心灵中总觉得他是个“万能爸爸”。 父亲是一家—千多人的工厂的头儿,工作很忙;绝少时间陪我们。那时的生活并不宽裕,但我常以为自己拥有最幸福的家庭。母亲有时会责怪他把家当作旅馆,
At this time eight years ago, my father left us forever. That year, he was thirty-nine years old. That night, the sky full of stars, beautiful. However, he did not have a loved one beside him because the disease was so sudden. The same room of the patient later told us that he called me and my mother over and over again, burst into tears. Often think of these, I can not help but shed tears. He never shed tears in my memory. His father is not tall, but looks very burly, thick shoulders, is where I often sleep well. He walked a great pace, but steady, I used to hate when I was young and took to the streets, because I can not keep up with trotting. My father’s harsh, often scolded me, “rotten wood can not be carved,” but not rigid, happy when I always love to be beaten with my face ache ache. He seems to be everything, and even my little mind always think he is a “universal father.” My father is a factory - the head of a factory of more than a thousand people, working very busy; have little time to accompany us. Life was not well-off then, but I often thought I had the happiest family. Mother sometimes blames his home as a hotel,