凝望着父亲的遗像,我心潮起伏,思绪万千。父亲的遗像十分端庄,格外有神,他身着钟爱了半辈子的税服,头发斑白,梳理得格外整齐;面容端庄消瘦,十分安祥,一双大眼深邃睿智,炯炯有神。父亲生前早有安排,要将他的这张照片好好保存。也许他为新中国的税务事业辛勤奋斗了一生,以此为荣之故;也许这是父亲晚年时留的最好的一幅半身照,他感到非常满意。现在细细拜望父亲的遗像,倍感老人心境的崇高和选择的正 Staring at his father’s portrait, my ups and downs, my thoughts. His father’s portrait is very dignified, especially God, he was wearing a tax-wearing clothes for the rest of his life, his hair whitening, combing particularly tidy; face dignified and thin, very safe, a pair of big eyes deep wisdom, bright. His father had arrangements early in life, to keep his picture well preserved. Perhaps he is proud that he has worked hard for the tax career in New China for the rest of his life. Perhaps this is the best half-length photo his father left in his late years. He was very satisfied. Now look carefully at his father’s portrait, feel the loneliness of the elderly and the positive choice