父亲躺在病床上,神态安详,与初生的婴儿无异。父亲的手掌还是那么的宽厚,手臂却因为卧床多日缺乏运动而日渐绵弱纤细,犹如一根向日葵的枝干。醒来的时候双眼清澈如泉,看不出有丝毫的痛、怨、悲、忧。然而,当他睡着的时候,眼角却总是挂着一颗泪滴。这是父亲心里流出来的泪吗?这颗泪是来得太迟了,还是来早了?这就是父亲,从小到大,我从没见过父亲流过一滴泪。生活的拮据、世态的炎凉、人事的纷争、亲友的生离与死别……他都默默地承受了,十足像 Father lying in bed, demeanor, and newborn no different. My father’s palm is still generous, but his arms are getting weaker and weaker because of the lack of exercise in bed for many days, like a branch of a sunflower. Wake up when the eyes clear, can not see the slightest pain, resentment, sadness, worry. However, when he fell asleep, his eyes were always hung with a teardrop. This is the tears from my father’s heart? This tears come too late, or early? This is my father, from an early age, I never saw his father shed a tear. Life constraints, the world of the cold, the personnel dispute, relatives and friends of the birth and death ...... He silently bear, like full