时间如针尖上的一滴水,滴到大海里就找不回来了。组成父亲生命的时间却滴到了“海里”,而我一直在寻找……——题记当春天的花朵已经凋零,当夏日的蝉吟已经消失,当稻谷在秋阳的注视下已经进仓,当冬天的树儿已披过银装,四季给予的遐想依然存在。一年却过去了,父亲的额头又添了 Time is like a drop of water on the tip of the needle, and it can’t be found in the sea. The time to compose my father’s life was dripping into the “sea” and I was always looking for... Inscription: When the spring flowers have faded, when the summer embarrassment has disappeared, when rice has already entered the warehouse under the gaze of Qiuyang, When the trees in winter have been worn in silver, the delusions given by the four seasons still exist. One year passed but my father added another forehead