大学二年级上学期,我突然接到了爸爸打来的电话。电话里,爸爸嘱咐我听歌时不要总是戴耳机并且开很大的音乐声。我把这话当成他唠家常一样,不以为然地搪塞了过去。然而在一周之后我才在亲人口中得知,爸爸听力出现了障碍,妈妈独自领着爸爸奔赴北京四处求医,而被我搪塞过去的那通电话,是爸爸在病房里打的。远在另一所城市上学的我流下了眼泪,为得病后什么也不说却关心着我的爸爸,亦是为我成长中所感受到的每一次细微而又深沉的父爱。 The second grade college last semester, I suddenly received a call from my father. On the phone, my father told me not to wear headphones and loud music when I was listening to music. I take this as his chatty home, unwittingly prevaricate the past. However, only a week later I learned from my relatives that my father had trouble listening. Mom alone led Daddy to go to Beijing for medical treatment. The phone I had prevaricated was dad playing in the ward. Far away from school in another city, I shed tears and said nothing to my father when I became ill. It is also every subtle but deep fatality I feel in my growing up.