父亲得了病,是癌,是肺癌。父亲要死了。我望着气息奄奄的父亲,悄然落泪。泪眼中,我看见了我的二伯。二伯在岛上,他在遥远的岛上向我招手。我向他迎过去,他却消失了,消失在海浪和云雾里,其实,是消失在我的眼泪里。尽管我们瞒着父亲,父亲还是感觉到了他的病情。他就给家里做了交待,就等着去“那边”。他嘴上说没事了,了无牵挂,但他的神情并不淡定,脸上愁云不散。我知道, My father got sick, cancer, lung cancer. Father is going to die. I looked at my dying father, quietly crying. In tears, I saw my uncle. Billy on the island, he waved to me in the distant island. I welcomed him to him, but he disappeared, disappeared in the waves and clouds, in fact, is disappearing in my tears. Although we hide from his father, his father still felt his condition. He gave his family made an account, waiting to go “over there ”. His mouth nothing, no care, but his expression is not calm, his face gloom. I know,