父亲的衣着总是令我害臊。我希望他能穿得像个医生或律师,但是他永远是一条破旧的牛仔裤,一把折刀将裤袋撑得变形,胸前的口袋里乱七八糟地塞着铅笔、雪茄、眼镜、扳手、螺丝刀……童年时,我经常爬进他的衣柜。穿上他的衣服站在镜子前面,想象他的衬衫是国王的长袍,腰 My father’s clothes always hurt me. I hope he can dress like a doctor or a lawyer, but he will always be a worn-out pair of jeans. A folding knife will deform the trouser pocket, and his chest pockets are filled with pencils, cigars, glasses, wrenches, and screwdrivers. ... When I was a child, I often climbed into his closet. Put on his clothes standing in front of the mirror, imagine his shirt is the king’s robe, waist