我在一边怔怔地看着父亲像蜗牛一样一趟又一趟地拉着煤在地上爬行,连劝父亲休息一会儿的话都没有说……父亲是1993年春天故去的,去世那年他才64岁。在这八年多的日日夜夜里,只要想到父亲或多或少是因为我做儿子的失责去世的,我就会眼热鼻酸,潸然泪下。 I was staring at my father stared like a snail trip and pulled the coal crawling on the ground, and even advised his father to rest for a while did not say ... ... Father died in the spring of 1993, died that year before he was 64 years old . In these eight years of day and night, whenever I think of my father who died more or less because of my son’s misconduct, I would look hot and shed tears.