父亲的那杯酒□田雨母亲在电话里告诉我：父亲前几日病危，脑出血，现已转危为安。放下电话后，我想到外面平静一下心情。深冬的星空正寒，积雪零落满地，风在其间游荡。又是一个异乡的冬天。对于父亲来说，死亡不是一个自然的过程，而是一个挣扎的过程。而今他又捱过一道... My father’s glass of wine □ Tian rain mother told me on the phone: Dad a few days ago critically ill, cerebral hemorrhage, has now turned critically ill. After I dropped the phone, I thought of calm outside. Deep winter sky is cold, covered with snow, the wind wandering in the meantime. Another strange winter. For the father, death is not a natural process, but a struggling process. Now he’s got one more ...