父亲的晚景在我的眼里父亲的生命进入晚景,不是他的离休,而是以一次事件或一次场景为标志。那是我大四放寒假回家,从石家庄坐长途汽车到县城,一下车,我愣了一下,父亲扶着自行车站在那里。天很冷,刮着刺骨的北风,父亲的脸冻得有点红,几丝白发(他的头发一直很 Father’s night scene In my eyes, father’s life into the evening, not his retired, but to an event or a scene as a sign. It was my senior year winter vacation home, take a long-distance bus to the county seat from Shijiazhuang, get off the car, I froze for a moment, my father stood on the bike there. The sky was cold and the biting northerly wind blew, my father’s face froze a little red, a few white hair (his hair was always very