父亲是位老税务,已经退休在家两年了。可每当唠起他那些陈年往事,他就滔滔不绝,唠个没完,像是个得胜还朝的将军,得意的又像回到了那个年代。听父亲说,他从事税务工作三十多年。起初是个生产队会计,后来到公社工作,再后来到了一个只有五个人的税务所里上班。父亲的第一件宝贝,是一辆破旧的永久牌自行车。我们家搬了几次,母亲就把它扔了几次,可都被父亲捡了回来,舍不得丢弃。我问他为什么留着,他总是笑着说:“你看看自行车的鞍座套已经磨没了,脚蹬子也已经不能转动了,可就是 Father is an old tax, has been retired at home for two years. Whenever chatter his old memories of his past, he would endlessly, chattering endless, like a general victory over North Korea, proud and like back to that era. Listen to his father said that he engaged in tax work more than thirty years. Originally a production team accountant, later working in the commune, and then to a tax office with only five people working. His father’s first baby, is a shabby permanent bike license. Our family moved several times, the mother threw it several times, but both were picked up by my father, reluctant to discard it. I asked him why he kept, he always said with a smile: ”Look at the bicycle saddle sleeve has worn out, the pedal has also been unable to rotate, but that is