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夜静悄悄的,院内不时传来蛐蛐的鸣叫。月光透过窗户洒进屋子里,印在父亲那张弯弓似的身躯上。他嘴里噙着那根伴他半生的烟袋,痴痴地站在我的身旁,眼睁睁地望着我收拾行李、书箱。时而皱一下眉头,时而露出一副幸福的微笑。我垂着头,两手忙乱地收拾着我那些杂七杂八的东西。明天我就要离开父亲,离开养育我十多年来的黄土地,到一个陌生的城市去求学了,心里觉得十分的甜蜜,而又有些酸楚。天朦朦亮的时候,我和父亲就离家上路了。一向少言寡语的父亲,这时却像老妈妈似地叮咛着我:妮子哇,天气变了,要记住加衣裳啊;城
The night was quiet, and from time to time in the courtyard came the roaring cries. The moonlight spilled through the windows into the house and was printed on his father’s bow-like body. In his mouth was a cigarette bag with his half life, and he was standing by my side, watching me pack and book boxes. Sometimes frowning, sometimes showing a happy smile. I hang my head and both hands clutter up my cluttered stuff. Tomorrow, I will leave my father, leave the yellow land I have raised for more than a decade, and go to study in a strange city. I feel very sweet and somewhat sour. When the sky was bright, my father and I left home. The father, who always speaks little words, looked at me like an old mother: Nizi Wow, the weather has changed, remember to add clothes; city