1996年12月13日爸爸离开了我们,一年来,我们总是想起他,想起他和我们在一起的许多往事,那些充满阳光的快乐日子,想起他的艺术,他的才华,一阵阵悲哀、痛惜之情涌上我们的心头。 从小,在我们的记忆里,爸爸总在读书。爸爸一生最爱读书,即使重病卧床,也抱着书,而且看得很 On December 13, 1996, my father left us. In the past year, we always remembered him and remembered many of the stories he had with us. The happy days full of sunshine reminded him of his art, his talent, his grief, Depressed pity on our hearts. From an early age, in our memory, my father is always studying. Dad loved reading all his life, even if seriously ill, but also holding the book, but also very good