父亲是手艺人,少年时候就跟在人家后面当学徒,等他长到我这样大时已经开始操持养家了。他是上世纪七十年代的人,早早地走南闯北,见过不少人不少事情。直到我出生,父亲的人生轨迹才算是回归平静,他开始学会做一个父亲,他的爱好、习惯,甚至是所见所闻都影响了我。记得家里有过一个录音机,棕色外壳的,笨重地卧在书桌上。每天早晨首先响起的必然是李琛的《窗外》,我并不晓得父亲痴迷到了何种程度,只是在十多年后我依然可以从他嘴里听到断断续续的音节。那时讨厌到极点的我现 My father was a craftsman, and when I was a teenager, I was an apprentice behind others, and when he was so big, he started to support his family. He is a man of the seventies of the last century, early to go south, met a lot of people a lot of things. It was not until I was born that my father’s life track was calm and he started to learn to be a father. His hobbies, habits, and even what he saw and heard affected me. I remember there was a recorder at home, brown shell, heavy lying on the desk. The first thing that sounded every morning was Li Chen’s “window.” I did not know to what extent my dad was obsessed, but I could still hear intermittent syllables from his mouth after more than a decade. At that time I hate the extreme