上午与同事出门一起送别席老师,望着古稀之年蹒跚远去的老人的背影,我想起了父亲。父亲得病已经有两年了,每周一次与他的见面,总显得那样仓促。有点老年痴呆的父亲,每次见了我总会像个孩子一般张大嘴巴哭。为他刮净胡子、洗净手,就开始吃我带去的东西。问他话,或者傻笑或者含混不清地说着什么,晕车的难受劲,被内心的酸楚压了下去,模糊的泪眼中走来童年记忆里的父亲。那时的父亲走起路来甩着双臂、迈着大步,我即便小跑也是跟不上的。夏 Farewell to the teacher with my colleagues go out in the morning with the teacher, looking at the age-old timid old man’s back, I remembered his father. My father has been sick for two years, once a week to meet with him, always seemed so hasty. A little dementia father, always see me like a child every time I see a big mouth cry. Shaved his beard, washed his hands, began to eat what I brought. Asked him, or giggle or vaguely said something, motion sick uncomfortable Jin, was sour inner pressure down, fuzzy childhood tears come in the eyes of his father. At that time, my father walked his arms and took big strides, and I could not keep up even trotting. summer