他记不清到底是哪一年了,只记得那年的冬天很冷,屋檐上的冰溜子很长很长。有一次父亲带着他去姥姥家推煤,走出姥姥家的村子时,天就开始下雪了。雪越下越大,如飘飞的鹅毛。路被雪盖住了,一脚踩下去,脚印很深。父亲把自己的大衣脱下来,披在他身上,让他跟在身后,踩着自己的脚印走。在看不见路的雪地里,父亲弓着腰,推着一车煤,硬是走出一条路来。那雪飘落在父亲身上,一会儿就把父亲的头发、棉袄染成了白的。他问只穿着单薄棉袄的父亲冷不冷,正在用力爬坡的父亲说:“推起车来 He could not remember exactly what year it was, just remember that year’s winter is very cold, ice cream on the eaves long and long. Once my father took him to the grandmother’s house and pushed coal out of the village of grandmother’s house, the day began to snow. The snow is getting bigger and bigger, such as the goose feathers floating. The road was covered by snow, foot down, deep footprint. Father took off his coat, draped over him, let him behind, stepping on their own footprint. In the snow can not see the road, his father bowed, pushing a car of coal, just out of a way. That snow fell on his father, while his father’s hair, cotton jacket dyed white. He asked his father, who was wearing only a thin jacket, to be cold and cold. The father who was climbing hard said: ”Push the car up