立冬刚过,树上的叶子渐渐发黄,脱落。起风了,天冷了。望着窗外冬日的景象,五十多年的人生历程也仿佛一片片落叶,飘过我的心底和眼前。1969年12月,我应征入伍。年事已高的父亲徒步十多里地,送我到车站。当我随新入伍战士们一起登上闷罐子火车时,父亲突然上前拉住我的手,低声说:“娃子,到部队好好干!等有了钱,给爹买一条黄金叶烟邮回来,别的爹啥都不要。”话一落, Just after the beginning of winter, the leaves on the tree gradually yellow, fall off. Windy, cold weather. Looking out the window of the winter scene, fifty years of life is like a piece of falling leaves, drifting over my heart and eyes. December 1969, I enlisted. Older father walked more than a dozen miles and sent me to the station. When I boarded the boring jar train together with the newly recruited soldiers, my father suddenly stepped forward to hold my hand and whispered: “Wa Zi, to the army well! Have money, buy a golden leaf to his father Mail back, do not have any other dad. ”