苍山滴翠,残阳如血。父亲又一次担起粮食走出家门,我追了出去,却只看见他已并不矫健的身姿和那在他肩上颤悠悠的扁担。夕阳西下,还带着一抹酡红,父亲喊着震天的号子,就走在这如瀑如血的残阳与悠悠的岁月之间。父亲是去卖粮的,因为开学我要交720元学杂费。而父亲近来早上起来总感到恶心,他却执意不去医院。我想等卖了粮钱,在我交学杂费与父亲看病之 Cangshan Dicui, the sun is like blood. Once again, my father took the food out of the house and I chased it out, only to see that he was no longer in a good posture and the swaying shoulders on his shoulder. As the sun sets, but also with a touch of blush, the father shouted the tragic day, and walked between the bloody sun and leisure time. My father is going to sell food because I have to pay 720 yuan for tuition. While his father always felt sick in the morning, he insisted not to go to the hospital. I want to wait for the sale of grain and money.