一脚踏进树荫里,便觉得浑身轻快起来,树上知了却响得放肆了。走在前边的父亲,粗重的喘息声时短时长,像一根看不见的绳子牵引着我,我加快步子赶上去。父亲糙红的脸,如一块曝晒裂开了的南瓜。敞开的胸膛起伏着,汗珠儿簌簌顺着他紫色的皮肤淌下去,弯弯曲曲的纹路让我想起下雨天的窗玻璃。我抹了一把汗,偏头看见父亲身后的墙上,挂着一块木牌,灰底红字,上面歪斜 A foot into the shade, I felt whole body light up, but the tree was ringing loudly. Walking in front of the father, heavy breathing short duration, like an invisible rope traction me, I speed up the pace to catch up. Father’s red-faced face, such as a piece of pumpkin that has sunk and cracked. Open chest with ups and downs, sweat beads along his purple skin dripping down, winding lines reminds me of rainy day windowpane. I wiped a sweat, migrating to see the wall behind my father, hanging a wooden sign, red on the underside, skewed above