同事来玩儿,随手翻着柜子里的书。“这是什么?”同事问。我望过去,那是一封泛黄的信,写着我的名字,是父亲的笔迹。那一刻,我的心蓦地一动,一种莫名的酸楚涌上心头。轻轻地、慢慢地展开那封信,发黄的红格信纸上,父亲有力的笔迹依旧清晰可见:“闺女,天冷了,你妈嘱咐出门记得多穿……”瞬间,视线变得模糊起来,心酸的同时,更多的却是愧疚。回想军校读书的那段日子,新的环境、新的生活,让我感到那么的陌生,那么的不适应。于是,我便把给 Colleagues come play, readily flip the book in the closet. “What is this? ” Colleague asked. I looked in the past, it was a yellow letter, read my name is my father’s handwriting. At that moment, my heart suddenly moved, an inexplicable sour Chuantui mind. Gently, slowly expand the letter, yellow red cell phone letter, his father’s handwriting is still clearly visible: “girl, cold, your mother told go out remember to wear more ... ” moment, line of sight Become fuzzy, sad, while more is guilty. Looking back at those days military academies, new environment, new life, so I feel so strange, so not suited. So, I give it