2012年父亲90岁了,虽然背有些驼,眼有些花,耳有些背……但大脑灵活,思维清晰,还一个人拄着拐棍走路,坚持一天早晚两头锻炼身体。2011年初春的一天,闲着无事,邻居五娘突然问我:“他侄儿,我记得惊蛰以后没几天就是你父亲的生日了,你打算买点啥送给他呢?”我愣了一下,五娘的话勾起了我对老爸的深情回忆:从记事时起,我就晓得父亲是个“跑单帮”的人儿——常年累月来往于高港至扬中之间。他把苏北的白果、花生、杂 In 2012, my father was 90 years old. Although some camels were back with some flowers and ears, my brain was flexible and my thinking was clear. I walked walking on my walking stick and practiced exercise on both ends of the morning and evening. One day in the early spring of 2011, I was idle, my neighbor Niangniang suddenly asked me: “His nephew, I remember a few days after the jingles was your father’s birthday, and what are you going to buy for him?” “I Somewhat taken aback, Wu Niang’s words evoke my affectionate memory of my father: From the time of the memorabilia, I knew my father was a ”runner-up" child - perennial months from high port to Yangzhong. He put the northern ginkgo, peanuts, miscellaneous