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父亲离开我们已经三年多了。可我总觉得父亲还坐在老家的大门口晒着太阳。父亲的离去,成了我心中永远的痛。2010年7月25日,一个周末,一个十分平常的日子。这天,我接到父亲病危的通知,冒雨赶了5个钟头的路程回到家里。弥留中的父亲听到我的声音,流出两行浑浊的泪水后停止了呼吸,走完了他78年的人生旅程。父亲没有读过一天书,除了他自己的名字外,斗大的字不认识几个。我出生时父亲已经40岁了。小时候的记忆里,母亲成天躺在炕上喝着汤药,据说是生我时月子里吹了凉风,惹上了头痛的
My father has left us for more than three years. But I always feel that my father is still sitting in front of the home basking in the sun. My father’s departure has become the eternal pain in my heart. July 25, 2010, a weekend, a very common day. On this day, I received notice of my father’s dreadful situation and took the rain and returned to my house within 5 hours. The dying father heard my voice, stopped breathing after flowing two lines of cloudy tears, and finished his 78-year journey of life. Father did not read a day book, in addition to his own name, fighting big words do not know a few. My father was 40 when I was born. Childhood memory, the mother lying on the kang drink soup all day, it is said that when I was born in the moon blowing a cool breeze, get into a headache