在我的印象中,慈祥的父亲从来没有病过。酷热的7月,种全家九个人的庄稼,父亲没病;鸡叫三遍的深夜,还赶着织赶集的篾活,父亲没病;奶奶辞世,千里奔丧,父亲没病;弟弟参军,我上大学,家里没有帮手,父亲也没病。母亲说,你爸是牛变的。牛变的父亲,每天只是劳作,从来不知道休息。有时候我心里甚至生出一种残酷的愿望:牛变的父亲也该生一场病了,在病床上好好休息几天。可是,父亲始终没病。如今,我们兄妹几个在外面都有了属于自己的一番天地,也 In my mind, the kind father has never been ill. Hot July, the whole family of nine crops, the father is not sick; chicken called the middle of the night three times, but also rush to organize the fair to live, his father is ill; grandmother died, thousands of miles funeral, his father is ill; brother join the army, I Go to college, the family did not help, my father is not sick. My mother said that your dad is a cow. Cattle become the father, every day just work, never know to rest. Sometimes my heart even gave birth to a cruel desire: cow’s father should have a sick, rest in bed a few days. However, his father has not been ill. Now, several of our brothers and sisters have their own world outside, too