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父亲是典型的关中汉子,平凡而沉默,如家乡那没有花草点缀的黄土山。 在我儿时的记忆中,父亲是方圆几里有名的庄稼能手,而且拉得一手好二胡,但很少言语,我们姊妹从小到大记忆犹新的好像只有那几声吓斥,从未听到过他给我们讲什么道理,有过什么爱抚的举动。在我的眼里父亲高大、神圣、不可亲近。但每次我们拿回“三好学生”奖状时,微笑会偷偷在他的嘴角露一下,每次我都用心捕捉这一瞬间,因为,这是童年时代父亲留给我最温馨的记忆。
My father is a typical Guanzhong man, ordinary and silent, such as hometown that no flowers embellished loess Hill. In my childhood memory, my father was a few miles well-known crop expert, and pull a good hand erhu, but very few words, our sisters from childhood to age as if only the sound of a few scared, never heard He had told us what truth to say, have any caress move. In my eyes father tall, sacred, not close. But every time we get back the certificate of “Miyoshi Student”, the smile will be secretly exposed in his mouth, every time I carefully capture this moment, because this is the childhood memories of my father left me the most warm.