与父亲在一起只有短短十几年的时间,他那被夕阳拉长的消瘦身影,从蜿蜒的小巷一直延伸到我记忆的深处。最后一次见父亲,是一个平常的夜晚。父亲拿出一个崭新的黄绿色军用挎包,递给我说:“书包太旧了,换一个吧!”边说边用那双布满老茧的大手将课本、文具一一拢齐,小心翼翼 With his father only a dozen short years, his thin, elongated sunset, stretching from the meandering alley to the depths of my memory. Last time I saw my father, it was an ordinary night. My father took out a brand new yellow-green military satchel and handed it to me: “The bag is too old and the other one is changed!” He said, using his full hands full of calluses, he brought the textbooks and stationery together and cautiously