我的爸爸叫傅式之。他生于1931年农历正月十五。我记事起,单位里的人就叫他“老傅”。他写信时,常署名“伯彦”。他去世的那天下午,大哥打电话给我,说:“爸爸不行了,你快到医院来!”那天,我肩胛疼痛,正在医院拔火罐。接了电话,忙叫医生拿掉火罐,赶过去。一路上,我的心情似乎很平静。从小到大,我还没有失去至亲家人的经历。我不知道,没有了爸爸,我会那么的难过。赶到医院时,爸爸已经静静地躺在那里了。我站了一会儿,就走出了病房,来到医院门口的一颗大树下,流起了泪来。我很伤心。这时,天色已经暗了下来。 My dad called Fu style. He was born in 1931 lunar January fifteen. I remember from the beginning, the people in the unit called him “old Fu ”. When he wrote, he often signed his name, “Burkina”. On the afternoon of his death, Brother called me and said: “Daddy is going to die, and you are coming to the hospital!” That day, I had a shoulder ache and was cupping the hospital. Pick up the phone, busy doctor removed the curse, rush past. Along the way, my mood seems calm. From small to large, I have not lost my family experience. I do not know, without my father, I will be so sad. Dad was lying there silently when he arrived at the hospital. I stood for a while, got out of the ward, came to the hospital in front of a tree, shed tears. I am sad. At this time, the sky has been dark.