我很少跟父亲那辈人同路,也便没有机会欣赏那些曾经年轻的风景。父亲说,带你去我的家乡看看。我拒绝,我从来不相信父亲有另一个家乡。从我出生起他就在这儿,离开一步都惶恐。童年里我崇拜无所不知、无所不能的父亲,然而这样的时光如同年幼的乳牙,狂热地生长着,却又在身体不断发育中缓缓掉落。十二岁步入初中那年,我忽然愤怒地察觉到父亲的无知。那年夏天,我和同龄的好友步行在回家的 I rarely go with my father’s generation, and I have not had the chance to appreciate those once young scenery. My father said, take you to my hometown to see. I refuse, I never believe my father has another hometown. He was here from when I was born, and was scared of leaving. In childhood, I adore all-knowing and omnipotent fathers, yet this time, like young baby teeth, grows feverishly and falls slowly as the body grows. When I was twelve years old, I suddenly felt my father’s ignorance in anger. That summer, I walked home with my good friends