和父亲一起回到老家山村的那天下午,就开始下雨了。之后的那些日子里,那雨一直没有停过。在那雨天的山村里陪着父亲时,尽管就在身边,但我还会时常想起父亲,好像从很远的地方思念着父亲一样,一些往事便浮上心来。往事如烟或并不如烟都无关紧要,紧要的是,我们是否清楚,有哪些往事曾对我们的人生施加过怎样的影响,至少,我不大清楚。在我的记忆里,所有的往事都很难以轻重大小分类排序,它们大都相互纠结、纠缠、交错,但也有孤零零突兀在那 It was raining on the afternoon of the day when I returned to my home village with my father. After those days, the rain never stopped. While I was with my father in the rainy mountain village, I was reminded of my father from time to time, as if missing my father from far away. It does not matter whether past events are as good as smoke or not, but what matters is whether we know exactly what events have had an impact on our lives. At least, I do not know for sure. In my memory, all the past are difficult to sort by order of magnitude, most of them intertwined, entangled, staggered, but there are lone there