初冬的傍晚,天色早早地暗了下来。回家的路上,母亲打来电话,语气中有些焦急。说父亲下午三、四点钟出去遛弯儿,到现在还没回家。到他常去的活动站、小公园都找过,也不见人影。我挂上电话,直奔母亲家。 一路上,我的脑海里不断地浮现出母亲站在阳台的窗前向远处张望的身影。这场景,在我很小的时候就不断地出现过。 The early winter evening, the sky dark down early. On the way home, my mother called, some anxious tone. Said my father went out three or four o’clock in the afternoon, did not go home yet. To his activities often station, small parks have been found, nor shadow. I hung up and went straight to my mother’s home. Along the way, my mind constantly emerge out of the window of the mother standing on the balcony to the distant figure. This scene, when I was very young ever appeared.