异乡的夏天很热,在喧嚣的人群中,我拨响了电话。听爹的声音,像隔着一扇门,我想推门进去。往事,潮水般涌现……娘去得早,爹拉扯我们兄弟三个,屎一堆尿一泡的咽尽了苦。好歹大哥二哥学了门手艺跟着爹——打铁,终于成了家。轮到我,偏天生对爹的铁匠铺不感兴趣。爹在烧红的钢炉前燃红了眼睛,你还真能出息?爹的红眼里有厚重的历史。我无意把一切挫痛归结于命运,我知道强者不相信这个名 The hot summer in a foreign land, in the noisy crowd, I dialed the phone. Listen to the voice of my father, like a door across, I want to push the door into it. The past, the tide of water emerged ... ... Mother went early, father pulled our three brothers, a pile of urine a bubble of throat exhausted. Anyhow, brother brother learned the door craft follow the father - blacksmith, finally became a home. It is my turn, partial born to the blacksmith’s shop is not interested. Father burned red eyes in front of the burning red steel, you really can interest? Dad’s red eyes have a thick history. I do not mean to put all the pain attributed to the fate, I know that the strong do not believe this name