冥纸的灰烬如黑蝶凄凄低迴着,想着朴素、谦和的父亲,追忆往事,心中涌起无尽的哀思,滴血的心,难以抚平悲痛的思绪。一次又一次无望地想起父亲在世时,双亲晚年生活的恬适、宁静与自在,我为这样的时间太短暂而惋惜。去年,父亲默然谢世,享年七十五。在父亲离开后的许多日子里,一闭 Ashamed of the ashes of the paper as desolately descending, thinking of simple, modest father, recalling the past, heart filled with endless grief, blood dripping heart, it is difficult to heal the sad thoughts. Again and again hopelessly reminiscent of my father’s life, my parents in later life, comfortable, quiet and comfortable, I am too short for such a pity. Last year, his father died silent seventy-five. Many times after his father left, he closed