很多年之后,再次见到爸爸,是我到地里给樱桃修枝的时候。爸爸消瘦得厉害,常年的风眼病已经让他不认识我了。他背着一个比他还要肥胖的花篮子背篓,头上依然戴着那顶军绿色的浅毛帽。那里是一个陡峭的跳水口,他佝偻着背,想从跳水口的下方爬上小路,因为这里是村子杂水的排水口,常年下来,堆砌的石头上生长出了许多苔藓。爸爸刚踩上去,又滑落下去,背上的空背篓一会儿往左,一会儿往右地晃动着,连续几次,军绿色的帽子 Many years later, seeing my father again was when I went to the ground to prune the cherries. Dad was so thin and perennial that the eye had made him not know me anymore. He carried a basket of flower baskets that were fatter than him, and still had the top green-colored cap on his head. There was a steep dart, and he stooped back, trying to climb the trail from beneath the plunge because it was the drain for the village’s water, and many moss grew all the year round in the pile of stones. Dad just stepped on, and slipped down, back empty back basket while left, while shaking to the right, several times in a row, army green hat